أَيا ملكا يَجِلّ عَن الضَريبِ

وَمَن يَلتَذُّ غُفرانَ الذُنوبِ

O mighty King, be lenient with taxing

And one who takes pleasure in forgiving sins

وَمَن في كَفِّه بُؤسي وَنعمي

تَصرَّفَ في العدوّ وَفي الحَبيبِ

And one in whose hand is my misery and bounty

Who has power over foe and beloved

تَسَخّطك المُمِضُّ أَعَلَّ نَفسي

وَما لي غير عفوِكَ من طَبيبِ

Your anger that persists exalts my soul

And I have none but your pardon as my remedy

ولست بمذكر ذَنبي وَلَكنْ

نَني قَد جئتُ في حالِ المُريبِ

I do not recall my sin, but

I have come in a state of distress

فَإِن عاقَبتَني فَجَزاءُ مِثلي

وَإِن تَصفَح فَلَيسَ مِن الغَريبِ

If you punish me, it's what one like me deserves

And if you pardon, it's no wonder

بقيتَ مُؤَيَّداً ما لاحَ بَرقٌ

وَما غَنّى الحَمامُ عَلى قَضيبِ

You remained supported as long as dawn gleamed

And as long as the dove cooed on the branch