إليكَ عَزَفْتُ عَن خَلَجاتِ نَفْسي
وتُبْتُ إليكَ مِن طُغيانِ جِنسي
To You I turned, away from the stirrings of my soul.
To you I played the tunes of my soul's turmoil
And I repented to You of the transgression of my kind.
And repented to you from my gender's tyranny
ولازَمْتُ الرَّجاءَ وبِتُّ أَخشى
عِتابَكَ أو حِسابَكَ عِندَ رَمْسِي
And I clung to hope and spent the night fearing
And held onto hope and spent nights fearful
Your reproach or Your reckoning at my grave.
Of your rebuke or judgement at my demise
وأنتَ إذا دَجا بِالإثْمِ قَلبي
تُنِيرُ بَصِيرتي وتُبِيدُ نَحْسي
And You, when my heart grows dark with sin,
And when my heart is shrouded with sin
Illuminate my inner sight and banish my misfortune.
You enlighten my insight and eliminate my ill-fate
وأنتَ المُسْتَعانُ على هُمومي
وأنتَ اليومَ لي وغَدِي وأَمْسي
And You are the One whose help I seek against my worries.
You're the one I seek aid from against my worries
And You are my today, my tomorrow, and my yesterday.
You're my today, tomorrow and yesterday
أَهِيمُ صَبابَةً وأَذُوبُ وَجْدًا
،
إليكَ، وكم أَخافُ جُمُوحَ نَفْسي
I wander in yearning and melt with passion
I obsess and melt in ecstasy, longing for you
For You—and how I fear my soul's unruliness!
Yet I fear the recklessness of my own soul
أَفِرُّ إليكَ أَهْرُبُ مِن دِياري
ومِن أَهلي ومِن وَهْمِي وحَدْسِي
I flee to You, escaping from my homeland,
I flee to you, escaping from my home
And from my family, and from my delusion and my intuition,
And my family, my delusions and intuitions
إلى دارٍ أراكَ به عَفُوًّا
غَفُورًا كلَّ زَلَّاتي ورِجْسِي
To an abode where I see You as ever-pardoning,
To a house where I see you forgiving
Forgiving all my lapses and my impurity.
All my mistakes and impurities as the Most Forgiving
أُحِبُّكَ أنتَ تعلمُ سرَّ قلبي
وأنتَ لِجُرحِ شَكْوَايَ المُؤَسِّي
I love You; You know the secret of my heart.
You know the secret of my heart that I love you
And You are the healer of my lament's wound.
And you're the healer of my sorrowful grievance
وأنتَ تَرَى وتَسْمَعُ هَمْسَ رُوحي
ووَسواسي وأوهامي وحَدسي
And You see and hear my soul's whisper,
You see and hear the whispers of my soul
And my obsessive doubts, and my delusions, and my intuition.
And my obsessions, imaginations and hunches
،
فكم عافَيْتَني، وشَفَيْتَ دائي
وكم أَبْدَلْتَني يُسْرًا بِبُؤْسي
For how often You have restored me to health and cured my illness!
So how much you've pardoned me, and cured my pain
And how often You have given me ease in place of my misery!
And replaced my misery with ease so many times
Sol 6.1