بِنَفسي أَخٌ قَد بَرّني بِشكاتِهِ

بِنَفسي أَخٌ قَد بَرّني بِشكاتِهِ

وَلَم يَجعَلِ الحمى حمى دونَ مالِه

وَلَم يَجعَلِ الحمى حمى دونَ مالِه

My life for a brother who has honored me by confiding his suffering,

and has not made his fever a barrier guarding his wealth.

فَطابَ ثَناءً بَينَ أَثناءِ سُقمِهِ

فَطابَ ثَناءً بَينَ أَثناءِ سُقمِهِ

كَطيبِ نَسيمِ الريحِ عِندَ اِعتِلالِه

كَطيبِ نَسيمِ الريحِ عِندَ اِعتِلالِه

Thus praise of him grew fragrant amid the folds of his illness,

like the sweet breath of the wind as it grows faint.

بِودّي لَو نَفَّستُ عَنهُ سقامَهُ

بِودّي لَو نَفَّستُ عَنهُ سقامَهُ

بِنَفسِيَ لَو نافَستُهُ في اِحتِمالِه

بِنَفسِيَ لَو نافَستُهُ في اِحتِمالِه

I wish I could relieve him of his sickness

with my own self—if only I could vie with him in bearing it—

فَلَم تُصِبِ الأَوصابُ راحَةَ جِسمِهِ

فَلَم تُصِبِ الأَوصابُ راحَةَ جِسمِهِ

وَلَم تَخطر الأَشجان يَوماً بِبالِه

وَلَم تَخطر الأَشجان يَوماً بِبالِه

so no ailments would disturb his body's ease,

and sorrows would never cross his mind.