حُبُّ الرِئاسَةِ أَطغى مَن عَلى الأَرضِ

حُبُّ الرِئاسَةِ أَطغى مَن عَلى الأَرضِ

حَتّى بَغى بَعضُهُم فيها عَلى بَعضِ

حَتّى بَغى بَعضُهُم فيها عَلى بَعضِ

The love of power has made those on earth tyrannical,

The love of leadership has overwhelmed those on earth

Until some of them oppressed others there.

Until some of them oppressed others

فَحَسبِيَ اللَهُ رَبّي لا شَريكَ لَهُ

فَحَسبِيَ اللَهُ رَبّي لا شَريكَ لَهُ

إِلَيهِ ما كانَ مِن بَسطي وَمِن قَبضي

إِلَيهِ ما كانَ مِن بَسطي وَمِن قَبضي

So God, my Lord, is sufficient for me; He has no partner.

So my Lord God suffices me, He has no partner

To Him belong all my expansion and contraction.

To Him belongs all that was in my fate and destiny

إِنَّ القُنوعَ لَزادٌ إِن رَضيتَ بِهِ

إِنَّ القُنوعَ لَزادٌ إِن رَضيتَ بِهِ

كُنتَ الغَنِيَّ وَكُنتَ الوافِرَ العِرضِ

كُنتَ الغَنِيَّ وَكُنتَ الوافِرَ العِرضِ

Contentment is surely sustenance; if you are satisfied with it,

Indeed, being content is provision, if you accept it

You would be rich, and your honor would be intact.

You will be wealthy and ample in dignity

ما بَينَ مَيتٍ وَبَينَ الحَيِّ مِن صِلَةٍ

ما بَينَ مَيتٍ وَبَينَ الحَيِّ مِن صِلَةٍ

مَن ماتَ أَصبَحَ في بَحبوحَةِ الرَفضِ

مَن ماتَ أَصبَحَ في بَحبوحَةِ الرَفضِ

There is no bond between the dead and the living;

Between the dead and the living there is no kinship

Whoever dies finds himself in the midst of abandonment.

Whoever dies finds himself forsaken and abandoned

الدَهرُ يُبرِمُني طَوراً وَيَنقُضُني

الدَهرُ يُبرِمُني طَوراً وَيَنقُضُني

فَما بَقائي عَلى الإِبرامِ وَالنَقضِ

فَما بَقائي عَلى الإِبرامِ وَالنَقضِ

Time twists me tight at times and unravels me;

Time treats me harshly again and again

So how long can I survive this twisting and unraveling?

So my existence is not immune to its blows and shocks

ما زِلتُ مُذ كانَ فِيَّ الروحُ مُنتَقِصاً

ما زِلتُ مُذ كانَ فِيَّ الروحُ مُنتَقِصاً

يَموتُ في كُلَّ يَومٍ مَرَّ بي بَعضي

يَموتُ في كُلَّ يَومٍ مَرَّ بي بَعضي

Ever since the spirit was within me, I have been dwindling;

Ever since the soul in me was imperfect

A part of me dies with every day that passes me by.

A part of me dies every day that passes