ما آنَ أَن أَرتاعَ لِل

شَيبِ المُفَوَّفِ في عِذاري

It is not that I have become frightened of

The sprinkled grey hairs in my forelock,

وَأَكُفُّ عَن سُبُلِ الضَلا

لِ وَأَكتَسي ثَوبَ الوَقارِ

And desisted from the ways of error,

And donned the raiment of dignity;

أَم قَد أَمِنتُ الحادِثا

تِ مِنَ الغَوادي وَالسَواري

But perhaps I have felt secure from fate's

Calamities, and from the turns of fortune.

إِنّي أَعوذُ بِحُسنِ عَف

وِ اللَهِ مِن سوءِ اِختِياري

I seek refuge in Allah's perfect grace

From the evil of my own choice.