Allah The Most Kind – Tribute To Andalus (New Translation)

*Professional translation of the classic poem is below. If you are having trouble viewing the arabic text, try the PDF format of the translation. 

الله ذو اللطائف

Allah, The Most Kind and Gentle

أَغِيبُ وذو اللÙ'طائِف لا يغيبُ            وأرجُوهُ رَجاءً لا يَخِيبُ

Although I vanish, the Most Gentle and Kind vanishes not.
Thus, I have hope in Him – hope that fails not.

 وأَسÙ'أَلُهُ السÙ'َلامَةَ مِن زَمانٍ              بُلِيتُ به نوائبهُ تُشِيبُ 

I seek safety with Him from a time
where trials would age this body of mine

وأُنزِلُ حاجتي في كل حالٍ             إلى Ù…ÙŽÙ† تطمئنÙ'ُ به القلوبُ 

So, I bring my needs, and I'm ever in poverty
To the One with whom hearts find tranquility

فكم لله مِنÙ' تَدبِيرِ Ø£ÙŽÙ…Ù'رٍ                   طَوَتÙ'هُ عَنِ المُشَاهَدةِ الغُيوبُ

Numerous are the matters that Allah decrees!
Yet, the unseen realm, is that which none sees

وكم في الغَيÙ'بِ مِن تَيÙ'سِيرِ عُسÙ'رٍ      ومِنÙ' تَفريجِ نائبةٍ تَنُوبُ

His decree eases secretly our difficulties
And by decree does He alleviate our calamities

ومِن كَرَمٍ ومِن لُطÙ'فٍ خَفِيÙ'ٍ           ومِن فَرَجٍ تَزُولُ بِه الكُرُوبُ 

 and by His discreet kindness and generosity,
there's relief – replacing all adversity.

 ومَنÙ' لِي غَيرَ بابِ الله بابٌ         ولا Ù…ÙŽÙˆÙ'لًى سِواهُ ولا حَبيبُ

Whose door do I have, besides Allah's door?
I have no other Master nor another whom I so adore!

كريمٌ مُنÙ'عِمٌ بَرÙ'ÙŒ لَطِيفٌ               جَمِيلُ الستÙ'رِ للدÙ'اعي مُجيبُ

He is generous, kind and gentle, blessing us ceaselessly,
He answers our prayers and conceals our faults so beautifully,

حَليمٌ لا يُعاجِلُ بالخَطايا          رحيمٌ غَيÙ'ثُ رَحÙ'مَتِهِ يَصُوبُ

Enduring is He, never hastening to recompense our delinquency
He bestows his mercy like pure rain, gracefully

فيا مَلِكَ المُلوكِ أَقِلÙ' عِثَارِي      فَإنÙ'ِي عنÙ'ÙƒÙŽ Ø£ÙŽÙ†Ù'أَتÙ'نِي الذÙ'ُنُوبُ 

 Therefore, King of kings, please pardon me;
My sins have cast me so far away from thee

 وَأَمÙ'رَضَنِي الهَوَى لِهَوانِ حَظÙ'ِي   وَلَكِنÙ' لَيسَ غَيÙ'رَكَ لِي طَبِيبُ

My lusts have caused my malady
Yet there's none but thee to heal me

فَآمِنÙ' رَوÙ'عَتِي وَاكÙ'بِتÙ' حَسُودًا       فَإِنÙ'ÙŽ النÙ'َائِباتِ لها نُيُوبُ 

So my Lord, comfort and shield me from eyes burning green.
for when calamities strike they do so with fangs sharp keen.

وَآنِسÙ'نِي بِأَوÙ'لادِي ÙˆÙŽØ£ÙŽÙ‡Ù'لِي           فَقَدÙ' يَسÙ'تَوÙ'حِشَ الرÙ'َجُلُ الغَرِيبُ

My Lord, fasten me with the joys of children and family
Without them a man is certainly a stranger, poor and lonely

 وَلِي شَجَنٌ بِأَطÙ'فالٍ صِغَارٍ         أَكادُ إِذا ذَكَرÙ'تُهُمُ أَذُوبُ

Ah, my young children, on their fate I do fret
Worn from worry and grief I am ever upset

 ولَكِنÙ'ِي نَبَذÙ'تُ زِمَامَ Ø£ÙŽÙ…Ù'ري         لِمَنÙ' تَدÙ'بِيرُهُ فِينا عَجِيبُ

But to thee the reigns of my life I do surrender
To the One who handles affairs with majestic splendor

 هُوَ الرÙ'ÙŽØ­Ù'منُ Ø­ÙŽÙˆÙ'لِي وَاعÙ'تِصَامِي    بِهِ وَإِلَيÙ'هِ مُبÙ'تَهِلاً أُتِيبُ 

The Most Merciful, my refuge and the pillar on which I lean
In repentance, I call Him with none in between.

 إِلهِي Ø£ÙŽÙ†Ù'تَ تَعÙ'لَمُ كَيفَ حَالِي        فَهَلÙ' يا سَيÙ'ِدِي فَرَجٌ قَرِيبُ 

 Allah, Of my condition thee did hear
so my Master, I ask, is relief near?

 فيا دَيÙ'ِانَ يَومِ الدِÙ'ينِ فَرÙ'ِجÙ'         هُمُوماً فِي الفُؤَادِ لها دَبِيبُ

 O Lord of Judgment Day, relieve this anxiety
of stubborn worries that in my heart sink deeply

وَصِلÙ' حَبÙ'لِي بِحَبÙ'لِ رِضَاكَ وَانÙ'ظُرÙ'   إِلَيÙ'ÙŽ وَتُبÙ' عَلَيÙ'ÙŽ عَسى أَتُوبُ

And bind me to the rope of thy content, and turn thy Face to me
And accept me so that I may repent and return wholly to thee.

وَرَاعِ حِمَايَتِي وَتَوَلَÙ' نَصÙ'رِي       وَشُدÙ'ÙŽ عُرَايَ إِنÙ' عَرَتِ الخُطُوبُ 

 My safety and success are in thy Hands
So support my will against life's difficult demands

 وَأَلÙ'هِمنِي لِذِكÙ'رِكَ طُولَ عُمÙ'رِي      فَإِنÙ'ÙŽ بِذِكÙ'رِكَ الدÙ'ُنÙ'يا تَطِيبُ 

 And with Thy remembrance illuminate my life.
Indeed when recalling thy name sweetness becomes rife

وَقُل عَبÙ'دُ الرÙ'َحِيمِ ÙˆÙŽÙ…ÙŽÙ†Ù' يَلِيهِ       لَهُم فِي رِيفِ رَأÙ'فَتِنَا نَصِيبُ

 And say of me that I am still thy servant
sharing in thy Kindness, drawing near to thee, no longer distant

 فَظَنÙ'ِي فِيكَ يا سَنَدِي جَمِيلٌ       وَمَرÙ'عَى Ø°ÙŽÙˆÙ'دِ آمَالِي خَصِيبُ

 My thoughts of thee, my Sustainer, are pleasant
And my hopes in thee, lie in meadows, fertile and fragrant

 وَصَلÙ'ِ عَلى النÙ'َبِيÙ'ِ وآلهِ مَا       تَرَنÙ'ÙŽÙ…ÙŽ فِي الأراكِ العَنÙ'دَلِيبُ

 And send prayers and praises upon the Prophet and his family
For whom the nightingales from their branches sing their sweet melody

Translation by:

Yaser Birjas
Shpendim Nadzaku

Final Editing:

“Manoffewwords”

Video by:

Ahmad Saleem
Sadaf Tahir

Dedicated to the students of Ilm Summit 2008