إِذا ما عَدَدتُ السِنَّ عُدتُ بِتَرحَةٍ

إِذا ما عَدَدتُ السِنَّ عُدتُ بِتَرحَةٍ

وَأَمَّلتُ رَبّي أَن يُحِلَّ عِقالي

وَأَمَّلتُ رَبّي أَن يُحِلَّ عِقالي

Whenever I count my years, I come away with sorrow,

When I count the years, I count with remorse,

And hope that my Lord will loosen my fetter.

And I hope my Lord releases my fetters,

أُسَرُّ لِدُنيايَ الَّتي قَد طَوَيتُها

أُسَرُّ لِدُنيايَ الَّتي قَد طَوَيتُها

وَآسي لِجُرمَي خاطِرٍ وَمَقالِ

وَآسي لِجُرمَي خاطِرٍ وَمَقالِ

I rejoice over my worldly life, which I have already folded away,

I rejoice in my world which I have folded up,

And grieve for the two sins of thought and speech.

And grieve for my erring thoughts and words,

فَيا أُمَّ دَفرٍ كُنتِ لي مَيَّ وامِقٍ

فَيا أُمَّ دَفرٍ كُنتِ لي مَيَّ وامِقٍ

فَصارَ تَعادٍ بَينَنا وَتَقالي

فَصارَ تَعادٍ بَينَنا وَتَقالي

So, O Mother of Stench, you were to me a lover’s Mayy;

O mother of permanence, you were refreshment and refuge for me,

Then mutual enmity and loathing arose between us.

Then estrangement and parting came between us,

جَعَلتِ ثَقيلَ التُربِ فَوقي وَطالَما

جَعَلتِ ثَقيلَ التُربِ فَوقي وَطالَما

وَطِئتُ بِأَوزارٍ عَلَيكِ ثِقالِ

وَطِئتُ بِأَوزارٍ عَلَيكِ ثِقالِ

You laid heavy earth above me, and for so long

You made the heavy dust over me, and for so long,

I trod upon you with heavy burdens of sin.

I walked with burdens upon you so heavily,

وَقَد صَدِئَت نَفسي بِجِسمي وَلُبسِهِ

وَقَد صَدِئَت نَفسي بِجِسمي وَلُبسِهِ

فَهَل تَصطَفيها ميتَتي بِصِقالِ

فَهَل تَصطَفيها ميتَتي بِصِقالِ

And my soul has already rusted from my body and from wearing it;

My soul has rusted in my body and its garments,

Will my death, then, purify it by polishing?

So will my death purify it with polishing?