لَعَلّها أَنْ تَنْجلي لَعَلّها

فَكَمْ رَأَيْتُ ما تَجَلَّى قَبْلَها

Perhaps it will clear, perhaps it will

For how much have I seen clear before it

عَوَّدَني اللهُ لِكُلّ كُرْبَةٍ

ما نَزَلَتْ بي قَطُّ إلاّ حَلَّها

God has accustomed me to every sorrow

None has befallen me except it dissolves