نَجا اِبني مِنَ الدُنيا وَمِن غَمَراتِها

نَجا اِبني مِنَ الدُنيا وَمِن غَمَراتِها

وَها أَنا في الغَرقى فَيا رَبّ أَنقِذِ

وَها أَنا في الغَرقى فَيا رَبّ أَنقِذِ

My son escaped the world and its engulfing perils.

My son escaped from this world and its sorrows,

My son has escaped the world and its overwhelming torrents,

And here I am among the drowning—so, O Lord, rescue me!

Yet here am I drowning, so save me, O Lord!

While here I remain among the drowning—O Lord, rescue me!

أَظُنُّ زَماني كانَ بِاِبني يَهابُني

أَظُنُّ زَماني كانَ بِاِبني يَهابُني

فَأَوحى إِلى جلّى رَزاياهُ أَن قَذي

فَأَوحى إِلى جلّى رَزاياهُ أَن قَذي

I think my fate used to fear me because of my son;

I think my time was awed by my son,

I believe that Fate, for my son's sake, once stood in awe of me,

So it whispered to the gravest of its calamities: “Strike!”

So it secretly inspired the Majestic to take me away.

Then it signaled the gravest of its calamities to strike.