جَدَثٌ أُريحُ وَأَستَريحُ بِلَحدِهِ

جَدَثٌ أُريحُ وَأَستَريحُ بِلَحدِهِ

خَيرٌ مِنَ القَصرِ الَّذي آذى بِهِ

خَيرٌ مِنَ القَصرِ الَّذي آذى بِهِ

A grave, in whose burial niche I give rest and find rest,

A grave I dig and find rest in its pit

Is better than the palace in which I suffer harm.

Better than a palace that harmed me with it

وَصَدَقتُ هَذا العَيشَ في حُبّي لَهُ

وَصَدَقتُ هَذا العَيشَ في حُبّي لَهُ

وَاِغتَرَّني بِخِداعِهِ وَكِذابِهِ

وَاِغتَرَّني بِخِداعِهِ وَكِذابِهِ

And I was true to this life in my love for it,

And I believed this life in my love of it

Yet it deceived me with its guile and its lies.

Yet it deceived me with its lies and cheating

وَجَذَبتُ مِن مَرَسِ الحَياةِ مُغارَهُ

وَجَذَبتُ مِن مَرَسِ الحَياةِ مُغارَهُ

فَالآنَ أَخشى البَتُّ عِندَ جِذابِهِ

فَالآنَ أَخشى البَتُّ عِندَ جِذابِهِ

And I tugged at the tightly twisted strand of life's rope;

And I pulled from life's thread its caverns

So now I fear its severing when I tug at it.

Now I fear unraveling at its pulling

وَلَأَشرَبَنَّ مِنَ الحِمامِ كُؤوسَهُ

وَلَأَشرَبَنَّ مِنَ الحِمامِ كُؤوسَهُ

ما بَينَ جامِدِهِ وَبَينَ مُذابِهِ

ما بَينَ جامِدِهِ وَبَينَ مُذابِهِ

And I shall surely drink death's cups,

And I will drink from the pigeons its cups

From its solid form to its melted form.

Between its frozen and its molten state

عَذبٌ يُعَذِّبُني البَقاءُ وَلِلرَدى

عَذبٌ يُعَذِّبُني البَقاءُ وَلِلرَدى

يَومٌ يُخَلِّصُ مِن فُنونِ عَذابِهِ

يَومٌ يُخَلِّصُ مِن فُنونِ عَذابِهِ

Sweet is staying alive, yet it torments me; and death has

Sweetly torturing is remaining, but for doom

A day that frees me from life's many forms of torment.

A day that saves me from all torments