تَعَزَّزْتُ بِذِي الْعِزِّ

مِنَ الشَّيْطَانِ ذِي الأَزِّ

I seek refuge with the Almighty

I seek refuge in the Lord of Might,

From the accursed Satan

From Satan, the persistent tempter,

وَمِمَّا يَنْسُبَنْ فِكْرِي

إِلَى الشَّخْزِ أَوِ الأَزِّ

And from what distracts my thoughts

And from whatever my thoughts might attribute

To frivolity or play

To affliction or to agitation,

وَمِنْ شَرِّ الذِي قَدْ بَ

زَّ مَكْراً نُهْيَةُ الْبَرْزِ

And from the evil of one whose

And from the evil of one who forcefully stripped

Cunning has reached its peak

Through deceit the wisdom of the pure,

وَمِنْ قَوْلٍ بِلاَ فِعْلٍ

وَفِعْلٍ رَبُّهُ يُخْزِي

And from words without action

And from words devoid of deeds,

Whose Lord will humiliate him

And deeds whose doer is disgraced,

وَمِنْ فَقْرٍ أَخِي ذُلٍّ

وَمِنْ بُخْلٍ وَمِنْ عَجْزِ

And from the poverty of my humble self

And from poverty allied with humiliation,

And from miserliness and inability

And from miserliness and helplessness,

وَمَا بِالشَّرِّ قَدْ يَقْضِي

وَمَا بِالذُّلِّ قَدْ يُجْزِي

And from what leads to evil

And from whatever might decree evil,

And what leads to disgrace

And whatever is rewarded with indignity,

وَمِمَّا يَقْتَضِي طَرْدِي

عَنِ التَّوْفِيقِ أَوْ بَهْزِي

And from what impedes me

And from what necessitates my banishment

From success or knocks me down

From divine guidance, or my violent rejection,

وّكُلِّ مُغْضِبِ الرَّبِّ

وَكُلِّ مُوجِبِ الرِّجْزِ

And all that angers the Lord

And everything that invokes the Lord's anger,

And warrants His punishment

And all that warrants His wrath,

مِنَ الْمَكْرِ أَوِ الْغَدْرِ

أَوِ الْخُبْثِ أَوِ الرِّجْزِ

Be it deception or betrayal

Of cunning or of treachery,

Or wickedness or curse

Or of malice or impurity,

وَمِمَّنْ يَشْتَهِي ضَُرِّي

وَمِمَّنْ وُدُّهُ جَأْزِي

And from those who wish me harm

And from those who desire my harm,

And whose friendship is my demise

And those whose affection chokes me like grief,

وَذِي هَمْزٍ وَذِي لَمْزِ

وَذِي غَمْزٍ وَذِي طَنْزِ

The fault-finder, the mocker

And from the backbiter and the slanderer,

The sneerer, the taunter

And the detractor and the mocker,

وَذِي نَهْزٍ وَذِي نَكْزِ

وَذِي وَكْزٍ وَذِي وَخْزِ

The detractor, the discourter

And the violent pusher and the piercer,

The aggressor, the transgressor

And the striker and the pricker,

وَذِي نَبْزٍ وَذِي نَحْزِ

وَذِي نَفْزٍ وَذِي نَقْزِ

The insulter, the disdainer

And the name-caller and the batterer,

The reviler, the defamer

And the restless leaper and the jumper,

وَذِي ضَكْزٍ وذِي مَرْزِ

وَرَزٍّ مُفْزِعِ الرَّزِّ

The slanderer, the worthless

And the harsh oppressor and the abuser,

And the misfortune that destroys comfort

And a calamity that terrifies with its rumbling,

وَذِي لَحْزٍ عَلَى بَزِّي

مِنَ الْمَلْبُوسِ مِنْ عِزِّ

And the injury on my image

And from the miser who covets my garments,

Worn by the honored and dignified

Of honorable and noble attire,

مِنَ الْعُرْبِ أَوِ الْعُجْمِ

أَوِ التُّرْكِ أَوِ الْغُزِّ

Be they Arab, foreigner

Whether they be of the Arabs or non-Arabs,

Turk or Kurd

Or of the Turks or the Oghuz,

وَمِنْ فَدْمٍ أَخِي لُؤْمٍ

وَمِنْ نَزٍّ أَخِي وَفْزِ

And from the blood of my sinful self

And from the heavy-witted companion of baseness,

And from the disgrace of my dishonorable soul

And the frivolous one prone to haste,

وَذِي جُرْحٍِ بِلاَ رُمْحٍ

وَذِي حَزٍّ بِلاَ لَخْزِ

The wounded without a spear

And one who inflicts wounds without a spear,

The defeated without a fight

And one who cuts without piercing,

وَذِي بَزٍّ يَبُزُّ الْبَ

زَّ عِنْدَ الْبَزِّ بِالْبَزِّ

The complete failure in the eyes of failure itself

And the plunderer who forcefully strips away

And the going from travel to burden

The garments during the struggle by force,

وَمِنْ سَيْرٍ إِلَى عَيْرٍ

وَمِنْ جَمْزٍ إِلَى جِبْزِ

And from gathering to separation

And from journeying in pursuit of a wild ass,

And from my prevention from benefit

And from galloping towards a miserly man,

وَمِنْ مَنْعِي مِنَ النَّفْعِ

وَمِنْ حَجْرِي وَمِنْ حَجْزِي

And my imprisonment and isolation

And from being hindered from benefit,

And from mocking my humble self

And from my restriction and my confinement,

وَمِنْ كَزٍّ أَخِي لَزٍّ

وَمِنْ فَزٍّ أَخِي قَزِّ

And from abandoning my lowly state

And from the rigidly dry, stubbornly clinging man,

And what distracts me from Allah

And from the easily startled, aloof one,

وَمَا يًلْهِي عَنِ اللهِ

مِنَ الْقَهْزِ أَوِ الْقَزِّ

Be it nonsense or buffoonery

And from whatever distracts from Allah,

And from softness and corruption

Of luxurious fabrics or of silk,

وَمِنْ لَيْنٍ وَمِنْ شَرْزٍ

وَمِنْ رَطْبٍ وَمِنْ شَزِّ

And from pleasure and decadence

And from excessive softness or from harshness,

And what has worried my concerns

And from sheer ease or from rough austerity,

وَمَا قَدْ هَمَّ مِنْ هَمِّي

حُلَى جِسْمِي عَلَى الدَّرْزِ

The smoothness of my body over my ribs

And from the worry that has melted

And from the burial of my shame

The adornment of my body down to the seam,

وَمِنْ جَرْزٍ جُرَازُ غَ

مِّهَا لَمْ يَنْبُ عَنْ جَرْزِ

Whose stench has not diminished from burial

And from a destruction whose sharp blade of

My heart has hardened from sins

Grief never dulls from severing,

قَسَا قَلْبِي مِنَ الذَّنْبِ ال

ذِي يُرْبِي عَلَى الرِّزِّ

That flourish over the burial grounds

My heart has hardened from the sin

Your tenderness is our asylum

That outweighs the heaviest of burdens,

حَنَانَيْكَ أَمَوْلاَنَا

أَرَبِّي سَامِعِ الرَّكْزِ

Oh Lord, Hearer of the hidden

Have mercy upon us, O our Master,

My sorrows and troubles

O my Lord, Hearer of the faintest whisper,

لَأَضْنَانِي وَأَرْدَانِي

سِنَانُ الْغَمِّ بِالرِّكْزِ

Are the teeth of sadness grinding

For it has exhausted me and ruined me,

And it has worn me out as

The spearhead of sorrow, firmly planted,

وَأَنْضَانِي كَمَا أَنْضَى

ذَوَاتَ الْخَبْزِ ذُو الْخَبْزِ

Wheat is ground, oh You who grants sustenance

And it has worn me out, just as he wears out

To You belongs all praise, to You all thanks

His beasts of burden, the cruel driver,

لَكَ الْحَمْدُ لَكَ الشُّكْرُ

أَذَا الْجُودِ أَذَا الْمِزِّ

Oh Most Generous, Most Bountiful

To You belongs all praise, to You belongs all thanks,

Be it for the sweet or the bitter

O Lord of bounty, O Lord of excellence,

عَلَى الْحُلْوِ أَوِ الْمُرِّ

أَوِ الْحَمْز أَوِ الُْمُزِّ

Or the slightly sour or the salty

For the sweet and for the bitter,

So be for me, my Master, a helper

For the stinging and for the sour.

فَكُنْ لِي سَيِّدِي عَوْناً

عَلَى الشَّيْطَانِ ذِي الْهَمْزِ

Against the sneaky devil

So be for me, my Master, a helper

And be my fortress and be my refuge

Against Satan, the prompter of evil,

وَكُنْ حِصْنِي وَكُنْ حِرْزِي

وَكُنْ مَالِي وَكُنْ كَنْزِي

And be my wealth and be my treasure

And be my fortress, and be my sanctuary,

And be for me whenever

And be my wealth, and be my treasure,

وَكُنْ لِي كُلَّمَا حِينٍ

تَدَاعَى الأَمْرُ لِلشَّخْزِ

The matter tends towards evil

And be with me whenever

Forgive me and enliven me

Matters threaten to bring affliction,

وَسَامِحْنِي وَأَنْفِحْنِي

بِوَبْلٍ مِنْ جَدىً عِزِّ

With a downpour from Your generosity

And forgive me, and bestow upon me

And inspire me whenever I despair

A downpour of glorious generosity,

وَجِشْ لِي كُلَّمَا حَزٍّ

بِفَضْلٍ جَلَّ عَنْ حَزِّ

With tremendous favor beyond despair

And overflow for me, at every hardship,

Guide me and support me

With a grace too immense to be measured,

وَسَدِّدْنِي وَأَيِّدْنِي

فيِ نُطْقِي وَفيِ ضَمْزِي

In my speech, my gestures

And guide me aright, and support me

My loudness, my subtlety

In my speech and in my silence,

وَفيِ جَهْرِي وَفيِ هَجْزِي

وَفيِ هَدْئِي وَفيِ رَهْزِي

My calm, my composure

In my speaking aloud and in my muttering,

With the sun of the messengers and the full moon of virtue

In my stillness and in my movement,

بِشَمْسِ الرُّسْلِ وَبْلِ الْفَضْ

لِ رُكْن ِالْعِزِّ وَالْعَزِّ

The pillar of honor and might

By the sun of the messengers, the downpour of

The Messenger of Allah, the Sword of God

Grace, the pillar of glory and might,

رَسُولِ اللهِ سَيْفِ اللَّ

هِ مَنْ أَفْنَى ذَوِي الرِّجْزِ

Who eliminated the people of curse

The Messenger of Allah, the sword of

A prayer and then peace be upon him

Allah, who annihilated the people of impurity.

صَلاَةٌ ثُمَّ تَسْلِيم ٌ

عَلَيْهِ رَائِقَا الطَّرْزِ

Flowing with pure musk

May blessings and then peace be

Upon him, of the most exquisite fashion.