ثِيابِيَ أَكفاني وَرَمسِيَ مَنزِلي

ثِيابِيَ أَكفاني وَرَمسِيَ مَنزِلي

وَعَيشي حِمامي وَالمَنِيَّةُ لِيَ بَعثُ

وَعَيشي حِمامي وَالمَنِيَّةُ لِيَ بَعثُ

My clothes are my shrouds, and my grave is my home.

My clothes are my shroud, and my dwelling is my tomb

And my life is my death, and death is resurrection for me.

My food is my tears, and death is my resurrection

تَحَلَّي بِأَسنى الحَلي وَإِحتَلِبي الغِنى

تَحَلَّي بِأَسنى الحَلي وَإِحتَلِبي الغِنى

فَأَفضَلُ مِن أَمثالِكِ النَفرُ الشُعثُ

فَأَفضَلُ مِن أَمثالِكِ النَفرُ الشُعثُ

Adorn yourself with the finest jewelry, and milk wealth;

I am adorned with the finest jewels, and long for nothing

For the disheveled band is better than your like.

Better than those barefoot souls who walk the path

يَسيرونَ بِالأَقدامِ في سُبُلِ الهُدى

يَسيرونَ بِالأَقدامِ في سُبُلِ الهُدى

إِلى اللَهِ حَزنٌ ما تَوَطَّأنَ أَو وَعثُ

إِلى اللَهِ حَزنٌ ما تَوَطَّأنَ أَو وَعثُ

They walk on foot along the paths of guidance

Of righteousness, their hearts filled with sorrow for God

Toward God, whether their feet tread rugged ground or yielding sand.

No corn in their hands, no crowns on their heads

وَما في يَدٍ قُلُبٌ وَلا أَسؤُقٍ بُراً

وَما في يَدٍ قُلُبٌ وَلا أَسؤُقٍ بُراً

وَلا مَفرَقٍ تاجٌ وَلا أُذُنٍ رَعَث

وَلا مَفرَقٍ تاجٌ وَلا أُذُنٍ رَعَث

And no bracelets are on their hands, nor anklets on their shins,

Just callused feet walking the road.

Nor a crown upon their heads, nor earrings in their ears.