تَضاعَفَ هَمّي أَن أَتَتني مَنيَّتي

تَضاعَفَ هَمّي أَن أَتَتني مَنيَّتي

وَلَم تُقضَ حاجي بِالمَطايا الرَواقِصِ

وَلَم تُقضَ حاجي بِالمَطايا الرَواقِصِ

My sorrow doubled when my death came to me,

My troubles have doubled, now that my wish has come to me

while my needs remained unmet by the swaying mounts.

Yet my needs are not met, despite the prancing horses

وَما عالَمي إِن عِشتُ فيهِ بِزائِدٍ

وَما عالَمي إِن عِشتُ فيهِ بِزائِدٍ

وَلا هُوَ إِن أُلقيتُ مِنهُ بِناقِصِ

وَلا هُوَ إِن أُلقيتُ مِنهُ بِناقِصِ

And my world, if I live in it, is no greater,

Whether I live in this world with more or less

nor is it, if I am cast out of it, any less.

Or depart from it with more or less, what matter?