أَيَّ مَحَلٍّ أَرتَقي

أَيَّ عَظيمٍ أَتَّقي

Where can I climb

To what high station can I climb?

Which great one can I fear

What mighty power do I fear?

وَكُلُّ ما قَد خَلَقَ الـ

لاهُ وَما لَم يَخلُقِ

And all that God has created

For all that God has brought to form,

And all that He has not created

And all that He has left unmade,

مُحتَقَرٌ في هِمَّتي

كَشَعرَةٍ في مَفرِقي

Is contemptible in my ambition

Is far beneath my high ambition,

Like a hair in my parting

Like a single hair upon my head.