يَا مَنْ إِلَيْهِ الْوُجُوهُ خَاشِعَةٌ

وَمَنْ عَلَيْهِ فِي الْكَوْنِ مُعْتَمَدِي

O You to Whom faces are humbly turned

And on Whom all creatures depend

مَدَدْتُ كَفِّي إِلَيْكَ مُبْتَهِلاً

وَأَنْتَ حَسْبِي فَلا تَرُدَّ يَدِي

I stretch out my palms to You, entreating

You are enough for me, so do not spurn my plea