Fiyyashiyya

A humble slave am I of an almighty Lord
No work is too hard for that One who’s adored

But though I’m a beggar who cannot afford
To claim any strength, sure and strong is my Lord

He says, where He wills, when He wishes a thing
Just “Be”, and it is, by the might of a King

The ruler whose edicts and wise rulings bring
All blessings and grace by the might of a King

I haven’t got the force
No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse
When the Maker provides?

I haven’t got the force
No strength between my sides
Why feel such rеmorse
When the Makеr provides?

Ana ‘abdu Rabbī lahū qudratun
A humble slave am I of an almighty Lord

Yahūnu bihā kullu ’amrin ‘asīr
No work is too hard for that One who’s adored

Fa-’in kuntu ‘abdan ḍa‘īfa l-quwā
But though I’m a beggar who cannot afford

Fa-Rabbī ‘alā kulli shay’in qadīr
To claim any strength, sure and strong is my Lord

Minnī ash ‘alayā wa ana ‘abadun mamlūk
I’m but a humble slave, what should I worry about?

Wa-l-’ashyā’ maqaḍīya mā fi t-taḥqīqi shukūk
All affairs are ordained, of this there is no doubt

Rabbī nāẓir fiyā wa ana naẓarī matrūk
My Lord sees everything, while my sight leaves much out

Fi l-’arḥām wa l-’aḥshā’ min nuṭfa ṣawwaranī
In the womb, He formed me from a drop

Ana mā lī fiyāsh, ash ‘alayā minnī
I haven’t got the force, No strength between my sides

Aqliq mir-rizqī lāsh, wa-l-Khāliq yarzuqnī
Why feel such remorse when the Maker provides?

Allāhumma ṣalli ‘ala l-Muṣṭafā, ḥabībnā Muḥammad ‘alayhi s-salām
O Allah, send your blessings on The Chosen One
Our beloved Muhammad, Peace be upon him

I’m safe in the shade of his all-knowing height
And no strength have I — His all power and might

So glory to God, his bounty shining bright
All gratitude and praise are His due and His right