بشيخ العواجز قطب الوجو

د ألوذ وأني دخيل عليه

To the chief of the helpless, pole of the universe

I take refuge though I am a beggar at his door

إذا ما دهاني زمان الخطو

ب أوجه سر فؤادي إليه

When the time troubles me with hardship

I turn my heart's secret core to him

فعاري عليه وقد قدمت

عريضة حال انكساري لديه

So I bare my soul to him having presented

A petition of my brokenness before him