لِباسِيَ البُرسُ فَلا أَخضَرٌ

لِباسِيَ البُرسُ فَلا أَخضَرٌ

وَلا خَلوقِيٌّ وَلا أَدكَنُ

وَلا خَلوقِيٌّ وَلا أَدكَنُ

My clothing is cotton—neither green

My garb is not green, nor elegant, nor dark

nor saffron-colored, nor dusky.

And my food refuses any equal

وَقوتِيَ الشَيءُ أَبى مِثلَهُ

وَقوتِيَ الشَيءُ أَبى مِثلَهُ

فَصيحُ هَذا الخَلقِ وَالأَلكَنُ

فَصيحُ هَذا الخَلقِ وَالأَلكَنُ

My food is something whose like was spurned

So I ask the Creator, from His glory

by the eloquent of this creation and the tongue-tied.

For what He alone can make possible

وَأَسأَلُ الخالِقَ مِن عِزِهِ

وَأَسأَلُ الخالِقَ مِن عِزِهِ

ما لَم يَكُن إِلّا لَهُ يُمكِنُ

ما لَم يَكُن إِلّا لَهُ يُمكِنُ

And I ask the Creator, in His might,

A journey to death, and pardon when

for what is possible for Him alone:

I die, for the hereafter is my destination

سَيراً إِلى المَوتِ وَعَفواً إِذا

سَيراً إِلى المَوتِ وَعَفواً إِذا

مِتُّ فَفي الآخِرَةِ المَوكِنُ

مِتُّ فَفي الآخِرَةِ المَوكِنُ

a passage toward death, and pardon when

And gentleness with the soul, while it resides

I die—for the roost lies in the hereafter;

In a body where it once settled

وَالرُفقُ بِالنَفسِ لَدى بَينِها

وَالرُفقُ بِالنَفسِ لَدى بَينِها

عَن جَسَدٍ ظَلَّت بِهِ تَسكُنُ

عَن جَسَدٍ ظَلَّت بِهِ تَسكُنُ

and gentleness toward the soul at its parting

I was like people, inclined to this

from a body in which it had been dwelling.

World which betrayed those who would rely on it

وَكُنتُ وَالناسَ إِلى هَذِهِ ال

وَكُنتُ وَالناسَ إِلى هَذِهِ ال

دُنيا فَخانَت عَهدَ مَن يَركُنُ

دُنيا فَخانَت عَهدَ مَن يَركُنُ

I, with humankind, leaned toward this

world, but it betrayed the pledge of whoever relies on it.