أَيا مَن جَرى مِن رَسمِهِ أَنَّهُ يَرى

عَوارَ إِساءاتي فَيوسِعُها حِلما

Oh you, whose destiny decreed that you would witness

The worst of my trespasses, yet you’d show me mercy,

تَفَضَّل بِإِنقاذي مِنَ السُخطِ بِالرِضى

فَقَد بَلَغَ السِكّينُ مِن عَيشِيَ العَظما

Please save me from your wrath through your contentment,

For in my life the anguish has reached its zenith.