أُرانِي قَدْ ضَعُفْتُ فَلَيْتَ شِعْري
مَتَى سَيْري إلى دَارِ الْقَرارِ
I see that I have grown weak—would that I knew
when I shall journey to the Abode Everlasting.
فَهَبْ لِي يا إلَهي طُولَ عُمْرٍ
صَحيحَ الْجِسْمِ في نِعَمٍ كِبارِ
So grant me, O my God, a long life,
sound in body amid Your great blessings;
وعِلْمِي فامْلاءِ الأقْطارَ مِنْهُ
إلَهِي واجْعَلِ الْفِرْدَوْسَ دَاري
and as for my knowledge, fill every land with it.
My God, make Paradise my home.
Sol 5.6