ياO مَنwho لَهُhe has بَحرٌa sea مِنَof البِرِّbenevolence
يا مَن لَهُ بَحرٌ مِنَ البِرِّ
يَفرَقُis afraid فيهِin it سائِحُwanderer الفَقرِpoverty
يَفرَقُ فيهِ سائِحُ الفَقرِ
O you who possess a sea of benevolence,
O One who has an ocean of kindness
Where poverty’s wanderer trembles with fear.
In which the poor wanderer travels
قَدhas قادَتِled الريحُthe wind مِنَfrom السُحبِthe clouds ماthat which
قَد قادَتِ الريحُ مِنَ السُحبِ ما
يَسحَبُtrails أَرساناًreins مِنَof القَطرِrain
يَسحَبُ أَرساناً مِنَ القَطرِ
The wind has led forth some clouds that
The wind has led from the clouds what
Trail reins of rain.
Pulls down banners of rain
وَالرَوضُand the meadow مَيدانٌa racecourse لِأَمثالِناfor the likes of us
وَالرَوضُ مَيدانٌ لِأَمثالِنا
مِنَamong الجِيادِthe steeds السُبَّقِthe foremost in racing الغَرِّthe white-blazed
مِنَ الجِيادِ السُبَّقِ الغَرِّ
And the meadow is a racecourse for the likes of us,
While the meadow is a racecourse for the likes of us
Among the foremost, white-blazed steeds.
Of the outstanding, swift, and noble steeds
فَاِجرِso run بِناwith us فيin طَلَقٍa run واحِدٍone
فَاِجرِ بِنا في طَلَقٍ واحِدٍ
لَعَلَّناperhaps we نَلحَقُwe catch up بِالشُكرِby giving thanks
لَعَلَّنا نَلحَقُ بِالشُكرِ
So race with us in a single run,
So take us on a pleasant outing
Perhaps we may catch up by giving thanks.
That we may catch up with gratefulness
Sol 6.1