الحَمدُ لِلَهِ لَيسَ لي جَلَدُ

الحَمدُ لِلَهِ لَيسَ لي جَلَدُ

يَنصُرُ قَلبي عَلى الَّذي أَجِدُ

يَنصُرُ قَلبي عَلى الَّذي أَجِدُ

Praise be to God: I have no fortitude

Praise be to God, I have no resilience

to aid my heart against what I feel.

To strengthen my heart against what I find

كُنتُ مَصوناً فَصِرتُ مُبتَذَلاً

كُنتُ مَصوناً فَصِرتُ مُبتَذَلاً

يَصنَعُ بي ما يَشاؤُهُ الكَمَدُ

يَصنَعُ بي ما يَشاؤُهُ الكَمَدُ

I was protected, but have become abased;

I was once guarded, now made common

grief does with me whatever it wills.

He does with me what the tyrant desires

فَهَل سَبيلٌ إِلى الخَلاصِ وَما

فَهَل سَبيلٌ إِلى الخَلاصِ وَما

تَمَتَدُّ مِنّي إِلى السُلُوِّ يَدُ

تَمَتَدُّ مِنّي إِلى السُلُوِّ يَدُ

Is there, then, a way to deliverance, when no

Is there a way to salvation? For my hand

hand of mine reaches toward solace?

Does not extend from me to the weapons