يا مَن لَهُ بَحرٌ مِنَ البِرِّ

يا مَن لَهُ بَحرٌ مِنَ البِرِّ

يَفرَقُ فيهِ سائِحُ الفَقرِ

يَفرَقُ فيهِ سائِحُ الفَقرِ

O you who possess a sea of benevolence,

O One who has an ocean of kindness

Where poverty’s wanderer trembles with fear.

In which the poor wanderer travels

قَد قادَتِ الريحُ مِنَ السُحبِ ما

قَد قادَتِ الريحُ مِنَ السُحبِ ما

يَسحَبُ أَرساناً مِنَ القَطرِ

يَسحَبُ أَرساناً مِنَ القَطرِ

The wind has led forth some clouds that

The wind has led from the clouds what

Trail reins of rain.

Pulls down banners of rain

وَالرَوضُ مَيدانٌ لِأَمثالِنا

وَالرَوضُ مَيدانٌ لِأَمثالِنا

مِنَ الجِيادِ السُبَّقِ الغَرِّ

مِنَ الجِيادِ السُبَّقِ الغَرِّ

And the meadow is a racecourse for the likes of us,

While the meadow is a racecourse for the likes of us

Among the foremost, white-blazed steeds.

Of the outstanding, swift, and noble steeds

فَاِجرِ بِنا في طَلَقٍ واحِدٍ

فَاِجرِ بِنا في طَلَقٍ واحِدٍ

لَعَلَّنا نَلحَقُ بِالشُكرِ

لَعَلَّنا نَلحَقُ بِالشُكرِ

So race with us in a single run,

So take us on a pleasant outing

Perhaps we may catch up by giving thanks.

That we may catch up with gratefulness