سُبحانَ مَن يُعطي بَغَيرِ حِسابِ

مَلِكِ المُلوكِ وَوارِثِ الأَربابِ

Glorified is He who gives without account,

The King of kings and the Inheritor of lords,

وَمُدَبِّرِ الدُنيا وَجاعِلِ لَيلَها

سَكَناً وَمَنزِلِ غَيثِ كُلِّ سَحابِ

And the Arranger of the world and Maker of its night

A rest and home for the rain of every cloud.

يا نَفسُ لا تَتَعَرَّضي لِعَطِيَّةٍ

إِلّا عَطِيَّةَ رَبِّكَ الوَهّابِ

O soul do not long for any gift

Except the gift of your Lord, the Bestower.

يا نَفسُ هَلّا تَعمَلينَ فَإِنَّنا

في دارِ مُعتَمَلٍ لِدارِ ثَوابِ

O soul why don't you work, for we

Are in the abode of toil for the abode of reward.