يا رَبُّ أَنتَ ثِقَتي وَذُخري

لِصِبيَةٍ مِثلِ صِغارِ الذَرِّ

O Lord, You are my trust and my treasure in reserve,

For little children, like the tiniest ants.

جاءَهُمُ البَردُ وَهُم بشَر

بِغَيرِ لُحفٍ وَبِغَيرِ أُزُر

The cold has overtaken them, though they are human,

Without blankets and without waist-wraps.

كَأَنَّهُم خَنافِسٌ في جُحرِ

تَراهُمُ بَعدَ صَلاةِ العَصرِ

As though they were beetles in a burrow—

You see them after the afternoon prayer,

وَكُلُّهُم مُلتَصِقٌ بِصَدري

فَاِسمَع دُعائي وَتَوَلَّ أَجري

Every one of them pressed against my chest.

So hear my prayer, and see to my recompense.