يا ابنَ النَّبيِّ النداءُ من كبدٍ

يا ابنَ النَّبيِّ النداءُ من كبدٍ

نِيرانُها لا تَزالُ تُحرِقُني

نِيرانُها لا تَزالُ تُحرِقُني

O son of the Prophet, this cry comes from a liver

O son of the Prophet, my call comes from a liver

Whose fires never cease to burn me.

Whose fires continue burning me

وكلُّ أذنٍ عنِّي بِها صَمَمٌ

وكلُّ أذنٍ عنِّي بِها صَمَمٌ

فلَيسَ خَلقاً سِواكَ يَسمعُني

فلَيسَ خَلقاً سِواكَ يَسمعُني

And every ear is deaf to me,

And every ear is deaf to me

So no creature but you hears me.

So there is no creation but you who hears me

كأنَّ حالي إذا اعتَرضتُكمُ

كأنَّ حالي إذا اعتَرضتُكمُ

لم تَعتَرِضها نَوائبُ الزَّمنِ

لم تَعتَرِضها نَوائبُ الزَّمنِ

As though my condition, when I come before you,

It's as if when I intercept you

Had never been assailed by the calamities of time.

My state is not intercepted by time's misfortunes