مولاي عز ترحلى

مولاي عز ترحلى

وغدوت مقصوص الجناح

وغدوت مقصوص الجناح

My lord, my departure has grown difficult,

Spread my wings though they're clipped

And I have become clipped of wing.

I rise at dawn, my plumes stripped

فأرش جناحى مثلما

فأرش جناحى مثلما

عودتنيه ولا جناح

عودتنيه ولا جناح

So feather my wing, just as

Yet I will spread my wings as though

You have always done for me—and there is no blame.

I still can fly, as you have taught