يا رخص دنيايHow worthless is my worldly life!

العلقم العذب كون علقمMay the sweet water of Alqam turn into bitter poison!

تستغفر الامثال بحسانكParables seek forgiveness before your benevolence,

مولاي وانت يابس لسانكO my master, even as your tongue was parched with thirst.

يا ما اكثر سهامكHow countless were the arrows piercing you,

وجرح يكملها ذنبيAnd my sins add yet another wound to them.

تاخذ اساءه احسان تنطينيYou receive my misdeeds yet bestow your goodness upon me,

وادري المعاصي لوثت طينيAnd I know that my sins have stained my very clay.

خوف الذنب يبعدني عنك تالي دربيI fear that my guilt will part me from you at the end of my path.

اكو خادم لكن يزلThere is a servant who stumbles and slips,

واكو خادم باستقامهAnd there is a servant steadfast upon the path.

اكو من يدعي لامامهThere is one who merely calls for his Imam,

واكو اللي يدعي له امامهAnd there is one for whom his Imam himself prays.

اكو مثليThere are those like me,

واكو مثل الصايد ابو ثمامهAnd there is the likes of the noble Abu Thumama Al-Sa'idi.

لحظه ما ضيع صلاتهNot for a single moment did he neglect his prayer,

حتى لا يضيع غرامهSo that his sacred love would never be lost.

لحظه ما ضيع صلاتهNot for a single moment did he neglect his prayer,

حتى لا يضيع غرامSo that his profound love would never be lost.

قلبه ويا الاذانHis heart attuned to the call to prayer,

وهو بقلبه السهمEven as an arrow pierced deep within his chest.

ولمثلي غرقان مد لك يد الندمAnd to one drowning like me, extend the hand of repentance,

وحاشى ترد يمنايFor far be it from You to turn away my reaching hand.

فأنت يا مولايFor you, O my Master,

عادتك الإحسانYour habit is benevolence,

وسجيتك الكرم (2x)And your innate nature is generosity,

اجعل قليليMake my little offering much,

أنت يا مولايYou, O my Master,

يا رسول اللهO Messenger of Allah!

وسجيتك الكرمAnd your nature is generosity.

يا ماي بعدك نشربهO water, would we drink you after him?

يا مايO water!

وانت يا مولايWhile you, O my Master,

من الرمل مجمع وسادهHave gathered a pillow from the sand,

والرمل كوايAnd the sand is scorching hot!

من عميت عينايMay my eyes be blinded!

بالشمس وغير الخيول عليك ماكو فيايUnder the burning sun, With no shade over you except the horses.

شلون ابطل بكايHow could I ever cease my weeping?

ما اوفي لو ابكي من دمEven if I wept tears of blood, I could never do you justice.

يا ماي بعدك نشربهO water, would we drink you after him?

يا مايO water!

وانت يا مولايWhile you, O my Master,

من الرمل مجمع وسادهHave gathered a pillow from the sand,

والرمل كوايAnd the sand is scorching hot!

من عمت عيناي ياMay my eyes be blinded,

بالشمس وغير الخيول عليك ماكو فيايUnder the sun, With no shade over you except the horses.

شلون ابطل بكايHow could I ever cease my weeping?

ما اوفي لو ابكي من دمEven if I wept tears of blood, I could never do you justice.

يا مدمع اليوفيك يا مدمعWhich tear could ever be enough for you, which tear?

تلملم شتاتي وجسمك موزعYou gather my broken pieces while your holy body is torn apart.

اللي فلا عنده عذر ويقول عذراHe who has no excuse, yet still begs for your pardon.

لهسه خيرك تارس كفوفيUntil now, your grace has filled my hands;

شكرا لك مولاي ما توفي'Thank you, my Master' is never enough.

وكلمة شكرا هي هم تحتاج شكراEven the word 'thank you' itself requires another thank you.

مو فقط بلسان شكراNot merely gratitude spoken by the tongue,

شكرا بكل الجوارح شكراThank you with every limb and sense, thank you,

بغض البصر لعيوني ودموعي السوافحThanks for my lowered gaze and my flowing tears,

شكراً بسد المسامع إلا عن صوت النوايحThanks for closing my ears to all but the sounds of lamentation,

أشكرك حتى بخيالي بغيرك ما يوم سارح (2x)I thank You that even my thoughts have never wandered to anyone but You,

راسك على المران ونحرك ينزف نعمYour head is atop the spear, yet Your severed throat bleeds blessings,

حنان ومنان حتى بحرق الخيمAll-compassionate and bountiful even amidst the burning of the tents.

ولا عجب من هايAnd no wonder at this,

فأنت يا مولاي عادتك الإحسان وسجيتك الكرمFor it is Your custom, my Master, to show goodness, and Your nature is generosity,

وسجيتك الكرمAnd Your nature is generosity.

مولاي اجعل قليل وايMy Master, accept my little as much,

فأنت يا مولاي عادتك الإحسانFor it is Your custom, my Master, to show goodness,

وسجيتك الكرمAnd Your nature is generosity,

آه يا ماي بعدك نشربه يا مايAh, O water, shall we ever drink water after you?

وأنت يا مولاي بالعطش وشفاهك ما تتلاقى عيناهاWhile You, my Master, are thirsty, and your parched lips cannot even touch,

وأنا بالشفايWhile I am fully satisfied with drink,

والنهر انطاني سقى ومنكم أخذ سقايThe river gave me drink, yet took away your water-bearer!

زينب بلا رايZaynab is left helpless and distressed,

وخيّم المسى بلا مخيمAnd night has fallen upon them without any tent.

يا ماي بعدك نشربO water, shall we drink after you,

وأنت يا مولاي بالعطش وشفاهك ما تتلاقى هاي وهايWhile You, my Master, are thirsty, and these lips cannot meet together?

وأنا بالشفايWhile I am fully satisfied with drink,

والنهر عطاني سقي ومنكم أخذ سقايThe river offered me drink, yet took away your water-bearer!

زينب بلا رايZaynab is left helpless and distressed,

خيّم المسى بلا مخيمNight has fallen upon them without any tent.

كل عين كوني دموع تتفتت جرفMay every eye shed tears like a collapsing bank,

وأختك يا حبل الله بحبل تجرWhile Your sister, O rope of God, is dragged bound in ropes!

يمرون بها على النهرThey make her pass by the river,

وتشوف مايهAnd she sees its water,

تشوف القمر ع الشاطئ متواريShe sees the moon fallen by the riverbank,

عباس راكد والنهر جاري اللهAbbas lies motionless, while the river keeps flowing, O God!

وهو الفرات الواقعي اللي يروي الضمايهYet he is the true Euphrates that quenches the thirsty.

تشوف القمر ع الشاطئ متواريShe sees the moon fallen by the riverbank,

عباس راكد والنهر جاريAbbas lies motionless, while the river keeps flowing,

وهو الفرات الواقعي اللي يروي الضماياYet he is the true Euphrates that quenches the thirsty.

من أدب ساقي العطاشى الناس تتعلم أدبهاFrom the etiquette of the water-bearer of the thirsty, people learn their manners;

دوم تستحضرك يمه ورفعتك هذه سببهاHe always kept your presence before him, and that was the secret of your exalted station.

من نزل ماي الشريعة شلون بأفكاره حسبهاWhen he stepped into the river water, how did he weigh his thoughts?

كانت الشربة مباحة واغترفها وما شربها (2x)A drink was lawful for him, yet he scooped it up and did not drink it.

اللي يدور عرفان بس عند راعي العلم (2x)Whoever seeks true gnosis finds it only with the standard-bearer,

ومن جود العطشان رايد غرفة شيمAnd from the water-skin of the thirsty hero, I only crave a handful of noble traits.

اسقني أدب مو مايQuench me with adab, not with water!

فأنت يا مولاي عادتك الكرمFor your custom, O my master, is bounty,

وسجيتك الكرمand your innate nature is generosity.

اجعل عادتك الإحسان وسجيتك الكرمMake your custom of benevolence and your nature of generosity shine upon me.