يا ربّ مَظلَمَةٍ يَوماً لَطِيتُ لَها

يا ربّ مَظلَمَةٍ يَوماً لَطِيتُ لَها

تَمضي عَلَيَّ إِذا ما غابَ نُصاري

تَمضي عَلَيَّ إِذا ما غابَ نُصاري

Many an injustice I once lay low before, biding my time;

Ah, many a wrong I once lay low before,

O Lord of a darkness I once yielded to,

it was carried on against me whenever my champions were away,

Which ran its course against me when my helpers were absent,

It would pass over me when my supporters were absent,

حَتّى إِذا ما اِنجَلَت عَنّي غَيابَتُها

حَتّى إِذا ما اِنجَلَت عَنّي غَيابَتُها

وَثَبتُ فيها وثوبَ المخدرِ الضاري

وَثَبتُ فيها وثوبَ المخدرِ الضاري

until, when its shrouding darkness lifted from me,

Until, when its darkness lifted from me,

Until when its darkness rolled away from me,

I sprang into it like a fierce beast bursting from its lair.

I sprang at it as a fierce, lair-dwelling lion springs.

And in it I donned the robe of the raging addict