يامن يُغيثُ الوَرى مِنْ بعدِ ما قَنِطُوا

ارحَمْ عِباداً أكفَّ الفقْرِ قد بَسَطوا

O You who brings relief to mankind after they despair

Have mercy on Your servants, whose poverty has humbled them

عَوَّدْتَهم بَسْطَ أرزاقٍ بلا سَببٍ

سوى جميلِ رجاءٍ نحوهُ انْبَسطوا

You have accustomed them to abundant provision without cause

Except for the beauty of hopeful yearning towards You

وعُدْتَ بالفضلِ في وردٍ وفي صَدَرٍ

بالجُودِ إن أَقْسَطوا والحِلْمِ إنْ قَسَطوا

You promised kindness in visits and in breasts

With generosity if they are equitable, and forbearance if they stray

فَضائلُ ارتَبطتْ شُمُّ الأُنوفِ لَها

وكُلُّ صَعْبٍ لقَيدِ الجُودِ يَرْتبطُ

Virtues bound to the scent of noses because of them

And every hardship is bound by the shackle of generosity

يامن تَعرَّف بالمَعْروفِ فاعتَرفَتْ

بِجَمِّ أنعامهِ الأطرافُ والوسَطُ

O You who is known for good, so the horizons and center have recognized

The beauty of Your blessings

وعالِماً بخفيَّاتِ الأُمورِ فَلا

وَهْمٌ يجوزُ عَليه لا ولا غَلَطُ

And knowing the hidden truths of matters, no

Misconception can impugn You, no error

عَبْدٌ فقيرٌ بباب الجودِ مُنكسِرٌ

من شأنهِ أن يُوافي حِين يَنضَغطُ

A poor servant broken at the door of generosity

It is in his nature to arrive when squeezed

مَهْما أتى لِيَمُدَّ الكفَّ أخْجَلَهُ

قَبائحٌ وخَطايا أمْرُها فُرُطُ

Whatever sins and disgraces come to extend his palm, they shame him

His affairs are chaotic, his ropes cut

يا واسعاً ضاقَ خَطوُ الخَلْقِ عن نِعَمٍ

منهُ إذا خَطبوا في وَصْفِها خَبَطُوا

O Vast, yet the steps of creation are too narrow

To describe Your blessings when they seek them, stumbling

وناشِراً بيدِ الإجْمالِ رَحْمَتَهُ

فليسَ يَلحقُ منهُ مُسْرفاً قَنَطُ

And You who spreads His mercy with the hand of summarized grace

So none who overindulge are deprived of hope

ارحَمْ عباداً بضَنْكِ العَيْش قد قَنِعُوا

فأيْنَما سَقَطوا بينَ الوَرى لَقَطوا

Have mercy on servants content with the hardship of life

Wherever they fall among mankind, they pick up scraps

إذا تُوُزِّعت الدُّنيا فَما لَهُمُ

غيرَ الدُّجُنَّةِ لُحفٌ والثَّرى بُسُطُ

When the world is distributed, they have nothing

Except rags, a cloak, and the dirt, a carpet

لكنَّهُم مِنْ ذَرا عَلياكَ في نَمَطٍ

سامٍ رفيعِ الذُّرى ما فَوقَهُ نَمطُ

But they are of Your lofty, sublime essence

Above them no essence, their spiritual station so high

ومَنْ يَكُنْ بالَّذي يَهواهُ مُجتْمِعاً

فما يُبالي أقامَ الحَيُّ أم شَحَطوا

And whoever is gathered with whom he loves

Does not care if the living depart or are scattered

نحنُ العَبيدُ وأنتَ المَلْكُ ليسَ سِوى

وكلُّ شَيءٍ يُرَجَّى بَعْدَ ذا شَطَطُ

We are the servants and You are the King, none but You

And everything hoped for after this has strayed