حَتّامَ بِالأَعراضِ عَن جَورهَ

ري القُدسِيِّ بِالحَسِيِّ إِعراضي

Hattam turns away from his tyranny

As my soul turns away from what is mortal

وَكُلُّ مُستَقبَلِ أَمرٍ بِهِ

بِحالِهِ يَدخُلُ في الماضي

And whatever future matters come about

In their time enter the past