بَخِلْتَ بِوَقْفَةٍ أَشْكُوكَ فيها

بَخِلْتَ بِوَقْفَةٍ أَشْكُوكَ فيها

إِلَيْكَ وَأَيُّ عُذْرٍ لِلْبَخِيلِ

إِلَيْكَ وَأَيُّ عُذْرٍ لِلْبَخِيلِ

You begrudged me a pause in which I might complain of you

You were stingy with a stop in which I complain to you of you

To you—and what excuse has the miser?

And what excuse is there for the stingy one?

وَلَمْ يَكُ في الوُقُوفِ عَلَيْكَ عَارٌ

وَلَمْ يَكُ في الوُقُوفِ عَلَيْكَ عَارٌ

وَقَدْ يَقِفُ العَزِيزُ عَلَى الذَّلِيلِ

وَقَدْ يَقِفُ العَزِيزُ عَلَى الذَّلِيلِ

Nor was there any shame upon you in stopping;

And standing before you was no disgrace

And even the mighty may stop beside the lowly.

While the mighty may stand before the lowly

أَجِرْني مُتُّ قَبْلَكَ مِنْ زَمانٍ

أَجِرْني مُتُّ قَبْلَكَ مِنْ زَمانٍ

رَمَاني مِنْهُ بِالخَطْبِ الجَلِيلِ

رَمَاني مِنْهُ بِالخَطْبِ الجَلِيلِ

Grant me refuge—may I die before you—from an age

Reward me, one who obeys you, from a time

That has struck me with its grievous calamity.

That has cast me with great misfortune