مَولايَ أَشكو إِلَيكَ داءً

مَولايَ أَشكو إِلَيكَ داءً

أَصبح قَلبي بِهِ قَريحا

أَصبح قَلبي بِهِ قَريحا

My lord, I complain to you of an ailment;

My Master, I complain to You of an illness

My heart has become wounded by it.

That has made my heart sick and distressed.

إِن لَم يُرِحهُ رِضاك عَنّي

إِن لَم يُرِحهُ رِضاك عَنّي

فَلست ُأَدري لَهُ مُريحا

فَلست ُأَدري لَهُ مُريحا

If your favor toward me does not relieve it,

If Your pleasure with me does not heal it,

Then I know no one who can bring it relief.

I know not what healer can give it rest.

سُخطُك قَد زادَني سَقاما

سُخطُك قَد زادَني سَقاما

فاِبعَث إِلَيَّ الرِضى مسيحا

فاِبعَث إِلَيَّ الرِضى مسيحا

Your displeasure has increased my sickness;

Your displeasure has increased my sickness.

So send me your favor as a Messiah.

Send me then Your pleasure as a cure,

وَاِغفِر ذنوبي ولا تُضيِّق

وَاِغفِر ذنوبي ولا تُضيِّق

عَن حَملِها صَدركَ الفسيحا

عَن حَملِها صَدركَ الفسيحا

And forgive my sins; do not make

And forgive my sins, do not be strict

Your spacious breast too narrow to bear them.

In holding me to account, this I implore.

لَو صَوَّر اللَهُ لِلمَعالي

لَو صَوَّر اللَهُ لِلمَعالي

جسماً لأصبَحتَ فيهِ روحا

جسماً لأصبَحتَ فيهِ روحا

If God fashioned for lofty virtues

If God were to give the exalted ideals

A body, you would become its soul.

A body, You would be its living soul.