يا خالِقَ البَدرِ وَشَمسِ الضُحى

يا خالِقَ البَدرِ وَشَمسِ الضُحى

مُعَوِّلي في كُلِّ حالٍ عَلَيك

مُعَوِّلي في كُلِّ حالٍ عَلَيك

O Creator of the full moon and the morning sun,

O Creator of the full moon and the morning sun

My reliance in every state is upon You.

You are my sole reliance in every situation

وَكُلُّ مَلكٍ لَكَ عَبدٌ وَما

وَكُلُّ مَلكٍ لَكَ عَبدٌ وَما

يَبقى لَهُ مُلكٌ فَيُدعى مُلَيك

يَبقى لَهُ مُلكٌ فَيُدعى مُلَيك

And every king is Your slave, and no

All kingdoms belong to You, each king is Your servant

dominion remains to him, that he might be called a little king.

He has no lasting kingdom, so how can he be called king?

إِلى اِبنِ يَعقوبٍ سُلَيكاً غَدا

إِلى اِبنِ يَعقوبٍ سُلَيكاً غَدا

كَاِبنِ عُمَيرٍ في المَنايا سُلَيك

كَاِبنِ عُمَيرٍ في المَنايا سُلَيك

To join Jacob's son went a Sulayk—

Tomorrow, the son of Jacob will be asked about

a partridge chick, like ʿUmayr's son, in death.

Like the son of Umayr in the throes of death he will be asked

وَمِثلُ وَرقاءِ زُهَيرٍ مَضَت

وَمِثلُ وَرقاءِ زُهَيرٍ مَضَت

وَرقاءُ تَعلو زَهراً بَينَ أَيك

وَرقاءُ تَعلو زَهراً بَينَ أَيك

And like Zuhayr's Warqaʾ, there passed away

And like the faded wreath of Zuhair that is gone

a gray dove, soaring over blossoms amid thickets.

Wreaths wither among flowers, wherever they may be

قَد رامَتِ النَفسُ لَها مَوئِلاً

قَد رامَتِ النَفسُ لَها مَوئِلاً

فَقُلتُ مَهلاً لَيسَ هَذا إِلَيك

فَقُلتُ مَهلاً لَيسَ هَذا إِلَيك

The soul has sought a refuge for itself,

My soul yearned for a refuge for itself

So I said: “Wait; this is not up to you.”

But I said wait, this is not up to you

إِنَّ الَّذي صاغَكَ يَقضي بِما

إِنَّ الَّذي صاغَكَ يَقضي بِما

شاءَ وَيَمضي فَاِزجُري عاذِلَيك

شاءَ وَيَمضي فَاِزجُري عاذِلَيك

Indeed, He who fashioned you decrees whatever

Surely He who created you will decide as He wills

He wills, and it takes effect; so rebuke your two reproachers.

And His decree will prevail, so chastise your blamer

البَحرُ في قُدرَتِهِ نُغبَةٌ

البَحرُ في قُدرَتِهِ نُغبَةٌ

وَالفَلَكُ الأَعظَمُ فيها فُلَيك

وَالفَلَكُ الأَعظَمُ فيها فُلَيك

The sea, in His power, is but a sip;

The sea lies within His power, a handful

And the greatest celestial sphere, within it, is a tiny sphere.

And the vast celestial sphere, it is but His fistful