بيدِي أيُّها الأميرُ الأريبُ

لا لشيءٍ إلّا لأنّي غريبُ

In my hands, O dubious prince

I yield my fate to you, O sagacious Prince,

For nothing, except that I am a stranger

For no cause other than that I am a stranger,

أو لأُمٍّ لها إذا ذكَرتْني

دمُ قلبٍ بدمع عينِ سكوبُ

Or for a mother who, when she remembers me

Or for a mother’s sake, who, upon remembering me,

The heart bleeds with teary eyes

Sheds the blood of her heart in pouring tears.

إن أكُن قبلَ أن رأيتُكَ أخطَأ

تُ فإنّي على يديكَ أتوبُ

If I have sinned before I saw you

If, before I saw you, I had committed sin,

I now repent in your hands

Then behold, at your hands, I now repent.

عائِبٌ عابني لديكَ ومنهُ

خُلِقَت في ذوي العيوبِ العيوبُ

He who blamed me when with you

A fault-finder maligned me to you, yet from him,

Faults originate in the faulty

The very nature of faults was forged in the flawed.