أَنا الجائِرُ الظالِمُ

وَمَولايَ بي عالِمُ

I am the oppressor, the unjust

And my Master knows me well

فَيا لَكَ مِن يَقظَةٍ

كَأَنّي بِها حالِمُ

What an awakening this is

As if I had been dreaming