يفَضلك يا جَميل العَفو تَمحو

لَما سَودتهُ مِن سَيئاتي

Forgiveness becomes you, O Beautiful One, erase

What my sins have blackened.

فَإِن لَم تَكسِني التَقوى رِداءً

فَجَنّات المَواهب لِلعُراة

If you do not clothe me in piety's garment,

Then the gardens of gifts are for the naked.