مولاي يَاذَا المجدِ الأفْخَمْ

العصرُ من شَكواكَ ظْلَمْ

My Master, O You of splendid glory

My Lord, O possessor of the most magnificent glory,

The era complains of your oppression

The era has grown dark from your affliction,

إِذْ أَنْتَ شمسُ كَمالِهِ

فَافْهَمْ فَغيرُكَ لَيسَ يَفْهَمْ

When you are the sun of its perfection

Since you are the sun of its perfection;

So understand, for none other understands

So understand, for none but you can comprehend.

هذا وعذرُ سَقامكُم

في مُكْثِهِ بِكُمُ مُسَلَّمْ

This is the excuse for your illness

And thus, the excuse for your ailment

In staying with them, submitted

In lingering within you, is undisputed.

وَافاكُمُ مُتَبرِّكاً

فاسْتَعْذَبَ الْمَثْوَى فَخَيَّمْ

Blessing them in your coming

It came unto you seeking a blessing,

Making residence wholesome, so settled

Found the dwelling sweet, and pitched its tent.

بهرته آيُ جلالِكُمْ

لِلَّهِ مَا أَسْنَى وَأَعْظَمْ

Dazzled by the signs of your glory

It was dazzled by the signs of your majesty—

To God, how excellent and grand

By God, how radiant and how grand!

فَوُقِيتَ يَا شَمْسَ الزَّمَا

نِ كُسوفَ ذِي الشَّكْوَى فَنَسْلَمْ

You were shielded, O sun of time

May you be spared, O sun of the age,

From the eclipse of complaints, so we acquiesce

The eclipse of this affliction, so that we may be safe.