يا شِفا نَفْسي ويَا بُرْءَ

فؤادي مِنْ سقامِه

O my soul's cure, o my heart's relief

From its sickness, when the day comes

وإمامي يوم يأتي

كلُّ شخصٍ بإمامهْ

That each soul meets its imam,

And the world's destiny on that day,

وهمام الدّهر في هذا

الورى وابن هُمامِه

And the son of its worries -

And He who grants me, God Most High,

والَّذي يمتعني الله

تعالى بدوامه

the pleasure of its permanence,

Receive this from your lasting servant

هاكها من عبدك الباقي

علَى حفظٍ ذمامِه

Who preserves its principles,

A rosary that attained through beauty

سُبحةٌ حازَتْ منَ الحسْنِ

المعَلىَّ مِنْ سهامِهْ

The Most Exalted of its arrows,

And prayer, O best of creatures,

والدّعا يا خير أملاكِ

الورى أقْصى مرامه

To the utmost of its hopes,

And remain as long as the doves

وابقَ ما غنّتْ عَلى

العُودِ مرنّات حمامِه

Cooed melodiously on the lute.