وَماand not كُنتُI was أَدريI knew أَنَّthat مالِكَowner of مُهجَتيmy soul
وَما كُنتُ أَدري أَنَّ مالِكَ مُهجَتي
يُسَمّىis called بِمَظلومٍa wronged person وَظُلمٌand an injustice جَفاؤهhis coldness
يُسَمّى بِمَظلومٍ وَظُلمٌ جَفاؤه
And I did not know that the one who owns my soul
Could be called wronged, when his coldness is itself an injustice,
إِلىuntil أَنthat دَعانيhe called me لِلهَوىto love فَأَجَبتهso I answered him
إِلى أَن دَعاني لِلهَوى فَأَجَبته
وَمَنand whoever يَكُis مَظلوماًwronged أُجيبَwas answered دُعاؤهhis prayer
وَمَن يَكُ مَظلوماً أُجيبَ دُعاؤه
Until he called me to love and I answered him;
For whoever is wronged has his prayer answered.