وَما قَضى الدَهرُ لي مِن قُربِهِ وَطَراً

وَما قَضى الدَهرُ لي مِن قُربِهِ وَطَراً

إِلّا اِقتَضى الوَطَرُ المَقضِيُّ أَوطارا

إِلّا اِقتَضى الوَطَرُ المَقضِيُّ أَوطارا

And never did Time fulfill a desire for me through nearness to him,

Time granted me no reprieve from longing's grip

Without that fulfilled desire demanding further desires.

Except my longing outstripped all time could give

يا مَن شَقيتُ بِهِ دُنيا وَآخِرَةً

يا مَن شَقيتُ بِهِ دُنيا وَآخِرَةً

تُرى عَرَفتَ سِوى الدارَينِ لي دارا

تُرى عَرَفتَ سِوى الدارَينِ لي دارا

O you through whom I have suffered in this world and the next,

O you whom I've wronged in this world and the next

I wonder, do you know an abode for me other than those two?

Do you see a home for me but the fire's pit?

النارُ في هَذِهِ لِلقَلبِ تَدخُلُهُ

النارُ في هَذِهِ لِلقَلبِ تَدخُلُهُ

وَتِلكَ فَالجِسمُ فيها يَدخُلُ النارا

وَتِلكَ فَالجِسمُ فيها يَدخُلُ النارا

In this abode, fire enters the heart;

My heart enters the flames in this life on earth

And in that one, the body enters the fire.

And my body enters the fires in the world's berth

أَشقى البَرِيَّةِ مَنظوراً وَمُنتَظِراً

أَشقى البَرِيَّةِ مَنظوراً وَمُنتَظِراً

هَذا الضَعيفُ الَّذي يَهواكَ جَبّارا

هَذا الضَعيفُ الَّذي يَهواكَ جَبّارا

The most wretched of creatures, looked upon and waiting,

Most wretched am I, awaiting and in sight

Is this weak one who loves you, tyrant that you are.

Of whom my weak soul desires, almighty in might

إِنّا إِلى اللَهِ إِن لَم يَغتَفِر زَلَلي

إِنّا إِلى اللَهِ إِن لَم يَغتَفِر زَلَلي

أَستَغفِرُ اللَهَ سَتّارا وَغَفّارا

أَستَغفِرُ اللَهَ سَتّارا وَغَفّارا

Indeed, to God we return; if He does not forgive my lapses,

If God does not forgive my trespasses in full

I seek forgiveness from God, the Concealer of faults, the Oft-Forgiving.

I ask God's pardon, most veiling and forgiving