لَيسَis not يَوميmy day بِواحِدٍa single one مِنfrom ظَلومِZalum
لَيسَ يَومي بِواحِدٍ مِن ظَلومِ
واalas! بَلائيmy affliction مِنfrom حادِثٍnew trouble وَقَديمِand old trouble
وا بَلائي مِن حادِثٍ وَقَديمِ
Not just one day have I suffered at Zalum’s hands.
My days are not alike, some of new troubles,
Alas for my affliction from troubles new and old!
And some of old in their returns.
لَيسَis not يُستَنكَرُconsidered strange النَحولُwasting away بِمثليin one like me
لَيسَ يُستَنكَرُ النَحولُ بِمثلي
جَسَديmy body مُبتَلىًafflicted بِقَلبٍwith a heart مَشومِill-omened
جَسَدي مُبتَلىً بِقَلبٍ مَشومِ
Wasting away is no wonder in one like me.
My body, so worn by affliction, reproaches my heart,
My body is afflicted with an ill-omened heart.
So sad, so sorrowful, so full of cares.
Sol 6.1