أمنُونٌ بدَت لنا أم جُفونُ

أمنُونٌ بدَت لنا أم جُفونُ

حَركاتٌ للسُّقمِ فيها سُكُونُ

حَركاتٌ للسُّقمِ فيها سُكُونُ

Is it death that has appeared to us, or eyelids?

Is it a dream that appeared to us, or sleepy eyelids

Movements in which sickness finds repose.

With movements of sickness in them there is tranquility

بعتُها طالَما حَيِيتُ هُجُوعي

بعتُها طالَما حَيِيتُ هُجُوعي

بدمُوعي فأيُّنا المَغبُونُ

بدمُوعي فأيُّنا المَغبُونُ

I sold them my slumber for as long as I live,

I have sent her as long as I lived my sorrows

for my tears—so which of us is shortchanged?

With my tears, so who is more foolish

أنا باللَّهِ في السَّقامِ كَما قا

أنا باللَّهِ في السَّقامِ كَما قا

لَ مَهينٌ ولا يَكادُ يُبِينُ

لَ مَهينٌ ولا يَكادُ يُبِينُ

By God, in my sickness I am, as he said,

I, by God, in sickness as he said

"Abject, and scarcely able to speak clearly."

There is no disgrace and can hardly be seen