يا مُنعِماً قبلَ السؤالِ عَلى الورى

يا مَن لهُ الشكوى إِذا خطبٌ عَرا

O Bestower before asking throughout the earth

O You to Whom complaint is due when misfortunes occur

يا مُكرماً لِعبادهِ بثوابهِ

يا آمراً للمُبتلى أَن يَصبرا

O Honoror of Your servants with Your reward

O Commander to the afflicted to show patience

بَلواك حجبٌ للقلوبِ عنِ السوى

فهيَ النعيمُ وَشَأنها أَن تُشكرا

Your tribulations are veils to hearts from sincerity

For they are bliss and their way is to be thanked

لَولا اِدّعائي أن يقاومَ بَطشها

لَسَألت جهدي أن تَزيد وَتكثرا

Were it not for my claim to resist their violence

I would have asked my effort to increase and multiply

لَكنّ مَعرِفتي بِقدري أوجَبَت

أَن أَشتَكي ضعفي وَأَن لن أقدرا

But my knowing my status necessitated

That I complain of my weakness, that I cannot endure

فَالصبرُ يُلجِمني عَنِ الشكوى رضاً

عَنكم وَحالي ليس يفتأُ مُخبِرا

So patience silences me from complaining, pleased

With You, and my state does not cease to inform

ذِكراكَ تَكفيني السؤالَ فمؤنسي

إِن أوحَشت ظلمُ البلا أَن أذكرا

Remembering You suffices me from asking, so my companion

If the injustice of tribulation makes me lonely, is to remember

ما إِن ذكرتكَ وَالخطوب مضلّةٌ

نَهج النهى إلّا وَأَصبح مُبصرا

No sooner do I remember You and tribulations misguide

The path of prohibition, except it sees at dawn

حَسبي بِذِكري لا يضرُّ مَعَ اِسمهِ

شَيءٌ وذلك جنّتي أن أحذرا

Enough for me is remembering You; with His name

Nothing harms, and that is my protection to be wary

أَشهدتَني اللّهمّ فَضلك عاجلاً

مِثلَ الّذي أشهدتني أَن تقهرا

You have shown me, O God, Your grace readily

Similar to that which You have shown me to overwhelm

لا تَمتحنّي بِالبلايا إنّني

مِنها أفرُّ إِليك حتّى تدبرا

Do not test me with afflictions, I

Flee from them to You until You consider

أَنا في حِماكَ جليسُ ذكركَ عائذٌ

بِجميلِ لُطفك كَيف أخشى منكرا

I am under Your protection, a companion in remembering You, seeking refuge

In the beauty of Your kindness, how could I fear harm?

عَوّدَتني مِن بحرِ فضلك منهلاً

صافٍ فعوّذ مَنهلي أَن يكدرا

Your sea of grace has accustomed me to a spring

Pure, so protect my spring from becoming turbid.