جَسَدي قائِمٌ وَروحي مُواتُ

جَسَدي قائِمٌ وَروحي مُواتُ

وَسُهادي مَعاً وَنَومي سُباتُ

وَسُهادي مَعاً وَنَومي سُباتُ

My body stands, and my soul is lifeless.

My body is awake but my soul is dead

My body stands upright, yet my soul is dead,

And my sleeplessness and my sleep alike are torpor.

My pillows together but my sleep is lead

My sleeplessness stays close; my sleep is a deep trance,

وَثِيابي تَجُرُّ مِنّي عِظاماً

وَثِيابي تَجُرُّ مِنّي عِظاماً

لا سُكونٌ لَها وَلا حَرَكاتُ

لا سُكونٌ لَها وَلا حَرَكاتُ

And my clothes drag along bones of mine.

My clothes drag bones from me instead

My garments drag along a frame of bones,

They have neither stillness nor movement.

No stillness or motion can comfort their dread

That possesses neither stillness nor true motion.