أَيا مَن جَرى مِن رَسمِهِ أَنَّهُ يَرى

أَيا مَن جَرى مِن رَسمِهِ أَنَّهُ يَرى

عَوارَ إِساءاتي فَيوسِعُها حِلما

عَوارَ إِساءاتي فَيوسِعُها حِلما

O you whose custom it is to see

Oh you, whose destiny decreed that you would witness

the faults of my misdeeds, yet lavish forbearance upon them,

The worst of my trespasses, yet you’d show me mercy,

تَفَضَّل بِإِنقاذي مِنَ السُخطِ بِالرِضى

تَفَضَّل بِإِنقاذي مِنَ السُخطِ بِالرِضى

فَقَد بَلَغَ السِكّينُ مِن عَيشِيَ العَظما

فَقَد بَلَغَ السِكّينُ مِن عَيشِيَ العَظما

Graciously rescue me from displeasure through your favor,

Please save me from your wrath through your contentment,

for the knife has reached the bone of my life.

For in my life the anguish has reached its zenith.