أَصبَحتُ غَيرَ مُدافَعٍ مَولاكا

أَصبَحتُ غَيرَ مُدافَعٍ مَولاكا

وَالحَظُّ لي في أَن أَكونَ كَذاكا

وَالحَظُّ لي في أَن أَكونَ كَذاكا

I have become, beyond dispute, your client,

I have become unconcerned, no longer defending you, my beloved

I have become your bondman, undisputed,

And mine is the good fortune of being so.

And fortunate am I to be this way

And high is my fortune to be exactly so.

لِلَّهِ دَرّي أَيُّ رَهنِ مَنِيَّةٍ

لِلَّهِ دَرّي أَيُّ رَهنِ مَنِيَّةٍ

بِالأَمسِ كُنتُ وَهالِكٍ لَولاكا

بِالأَمسِ كُنتُ وَهالِكٍ لَولاكا

God bless me! What a hostage to death

Praise be to God! Which pledge of death was I under yesterday?

God marvel at my state! What a hostage of death

I was yesterday—and would have perished but for you!

I would have been doomed were it not for you

I was yesterday, and perished, were it not for you.

أَصبَحتَ مُعتَدّاً عَلَيَّ بِنِعمَةٍ

أَصبَحتَ مُعتَدّاً عَلَيَّ بِنِعمَةٍ

ما كانَ يُنعِمُها عَلَيَّ سِواكا

ما كانَ يُنعِمُها عَلَيَّ سِواكا

You now hold me indebted for a favor

You have become ungrateful, bestowing on me a favor

You have placed me under a debt of grace,

That no one but you would have bestowed upon me.

That no one but you used to bestow upon me

That none but you could ever have conferred.