وَقَفْتُ وقد ضاقَ بي

سبيلُ المُنَى الساخِرةْ

I stood when the path of desire narrowed for me,

And nothing remained of my course but the bitterness of the end.

ولم يبقَ من مَذْهَبي

سوى كَدَرِ الآخِرَةْ

I stood alone, lost, weak,

A friend of sorrow.

وقفتُ وحيداً ضَلُولاً

ضعيفاً حليفَ الشَّجَنْ

I wanted to pray at length,

For whom? I almost forgot for whom.

أُريدُ الصلاةَ طويلاً

لِمَنْ ؟ كِدْتُ أنسى لِمَنْ ؟

For whom can one who grew accustomed

To other than prayer now pray?

إلى مَنْ يُصلِّي فتى

تَعَوَّدَ غيرَ الصلاةْ

One whose heart was busy,

And who strayed from God?

وأَشْغَلَ قلباً عَتَا

وَضَلَّ بغيرِ الإله

O You whose benevolence disappeared

Behind the limits of humanity,

أيَا مَنْ سناهُ اختفى

وراءَ حُدودِ البَشَرْ

I forgot You in days of ease,

So do not forget me in times of distress.

نَسِيتُكَ يومَ الصَّفَا

فلا تَنْسَنِي في الكَدَرْ

O Most Forgiving, Most Merciful,

Who sees my evening and morning,

أيَا غافراً أَرْحَمَا

يَرَى ذلَّ أمْسِي وَغَدْ

May You not avenge,

For Your forbearance fills eternity.

مَعَاذَكَ أنْ تَنْقَمَا

وحِلْمُكَ مِلءُ الأَبَدْ

Your pastures are the green of desires,

They are what I long for, my Master!

مَرَاعِيكَ خُضْرُ المُنَى

هي المُشْتهى سَيِّدِي !

While my body is worn out by troubles -

Take me by the hand in Your tenderness!

وجِسْمِي دَهَاهُ العَنَا

حَنَانَيْكَ ، خُذْ بِيَدِي !