بِقَلبي سَقام لَستُ أُحسن وَصفه

بِقَلبي سَقام لَستُ أُحسن وَصفه

عَلى أَنَّهُ ما كانَ فَهوَ شَديدُ

عَلى أَنَّهُ ما كانَ فَهوَ شَديدُ

In my heart is an ailment I cannot describe well.

My aching heart I cannot well describe

In my heart is a malady I cannot well describe,

Yet whatever it may be, it is severe.

Though fierce it was, and yet more fierce doth bide

Save that, whatever it is, it is severe.

تمرّ به الأَيّام تسحب ذيلها

تمرّ به الأَيّام تسحب ذيلها

فَتبلى بِهِ الأَيامُ وَهوَ جَديد

فَتبلى بِهِ الأَيامُ وَهوَ جَديد

The days pass by it, dragging their train.

The days glide by, dragging their skirts along

The days pass over it, dragging their trailing robes,

So the days wear out with it, while it remains new.

And bare their passage, but itself doth 'bide

And the days wear out, while it remains new.