إِلى م أَحمل مِن نَفسي وَمِن نَفسي

عِباءً مِن الاثم في صُبحي وَفي غلس

To what do I carry of myself and of myself

A cloak of sin in my morn and at night

عَسى الكَريم بِلُطف مِنهُ يُنقذني

مِنهُ فَاخلص شَروى الطَير في قَفَس

Perhaps the Generous with kindness from Him will save me

From it so free the birds' throats in a cage