قَريحُ القَلبِ مِن وَجَعِ الذُنوبِ

نَحيلُ الجِسمِ يَشهَقُ بِالنَحيبِ

The soul's gift from the pain of sins

Wounded at heart from the pain of sins,

A frail body moaning in lament

Gaunt of body, gasping with heavy sobbing.

أَضرَّ بِجِسمِهِ سَهَرُ اللَيالي

فَصارَ الجِسمُ مِنهُ كَالقَضيبِ

Kept awake through the long nights

The sleeplessness of nights has ravaged his frame,

Until it became like a rod

Until his body became like a slender twig.

وَغَيَّرَ لَونَهُ خَوفٌ شَديدٌ

لِما يَلقاهُ مِن طَولِ الكَروبِ

Fear changed its hue intensely

Intense fear has altered his complexion,

From the length of its torment

Because of the prolonged anguish he faces.

يُنادي بِالتَضَرُّعِ يا إِلَهي

أَقِلني عَثرَتي وَاِستُر عُيوبي

It cries imploring, my God

He calls out in humble supplication: "O my God,

Lighten my stumbling, hide my flaws

Forgive my slip and cover my flaws.

فَزِعتُ إِلى الخَلائِقِ مُستَغيثاً

فَلَم أَرَ في الخَلائِقِ مِن مُجيبِ

I fled to creation, seeking aid

I turned in panic to creation seeking aid,

But found no answerer among creatures

Yet I found no answerer among the created.

وَأَنتَ تُجيبُ مَن يَدعوكَ رَبّي

وَتَكشِفُ ضُرَّ عَبدِكَ يا حَبيبي

Yet You answer those who call You Lord

But You answer the one who calls upon You, my Lord,

And relieve Your servant’s harm, my Beloved

And You lift the harm from Your servant, O my Beloved.

وَدائي باطِنٌ وَلَدَيكَ طِبُّ

وَمِن لي مِثلَ طِبِّكَ يا طَبيبي

My malady is inward; Your healing ready

My disease is hidden within, and with You is the cure,

And who has a cure like Yours, my Healer

And who can offer me a cure like Yours, O my Physician?