كُلَّما تُبتُ عَن ذُنوبي مُنيباً

وَتَبَلَّت بُكرَةً وَعَشِيّا

Whenever I repent of my sins in all humility

And weep morn and eve in contrition,

قامَ إِبليسٌ اللَعينُ وَنَفسي

وَتَقوى بِما تَقوى عَلَيّا

The accursed Devil and my soul rise against me

And grow stronger because of my weakness.

ما اِحتِيالي وَقَد خُلِقتُ ضَعيفاً

وَضَعيفانِ يَغلِبانِ قَوِيّا

What can I do, when I was created weak?

For the weak can overcome the strong.