لَقِيتُ يَا رَبِّ مِنْ غَمُورِ

بَرْحاً يُبَرِّحُ بِالسُّرُورِ

I met, O Lord, from deep sorrows

I have suffered, O Lord, at the hands of Ghamur,

A joy that brings happiness and cheer

A severe affliction that banishes all joy.

يَا رَبَّنَا اصْبُبْ عَلَيْهِ صَبًّا

بَلاَءَكَ الْقَاصِمَ الظُّهُورِ

O Lord, pour upon it copiously

O our Lord, pour down upon him in torrents

Your torment that shatters the arrogant

Your back-breaking scourge.

وَشُنَّ يَا رَبَّنَا عَلَيْهِ

غَارَاتِ زِلْزَالِكَ الْمُبِيرِ

And unleash, O our Lord, upon it

And unleash against him, O our Lord,

Raids of your devastating earthquake

The onslaughts of Your annihilating quake.

وَهُدَّ يَا رَبِّ مَا ابْتَنَاهُ

مِنْ كَعْبَةِ الْجُورِ وَالْفُجُورِ

And destroy, O Lord, what it has built

And demolish, O Lord, what he has erected

Of the Kaaba of injustice and immorality

As a shrine of tyranny and wickedness.

بِاسْمِكَ الأَعْظَمِ سُمْهُ ذُلاًّ

يُذِيقُهُ مَضَضَ الدُّهُورِ

In Your Greatest Name, make it humiliated

By Your Greatest Name, subject him to a disgrace

Inflicting on it the bitterness of eras

That makes him taste the bitter pain of the ages.