أَذا العَرشِ إِنّي مُسلِمٌ بِكَ عائِذٌ

مِنَ النارِ ذو بَثِّ إِلَيكَ فَقيرُ

O Possessor of the Throne, I submit and seek refuge in You

From the Fire; burdened with sorrow, in need of You.

بَغيضٌ إِليَّ الظُلمُ ما لَم أُصَب بِهِ

مِنَ الظُلمِ مَشعوفُ الفؤادِ نَفيرُ

Injustice is hateful to me, so long as I am not afflicted by it,

From oppression, my heart is frantic and flees in aversion.

وإِنّي وإِن قالوا أَميرٌ وَتابِعٌ

وَحُرّاسُ أَبوابٍ لَهُنَّ صَريرُ

For I—even if they say 'A Commander and a follower,'

With guards at doors that creak upon their hinges—

لأَعلَمُ أَنَّ الأَمرَ أَمرُكَ إِن تَدِن

فَرَبٌّ وَإِن تَغفِر فأَنتَ غَفورُ

I know for certain the command is Yours: if You judge,

Then You are the Lord; and if You forgive, You are the All-Forgiving.