فَرَغَ الشِّعْرُ والشَّعِيرُ فَلاحَا

فَرَغَ الشِّعْرُ والشَّعِيرُ فَلاحَا

لي بِرَغْمِي ولا حِماريُّ ماشِي

لي بِرَغْمِي ولا حِماريُّ ماشِي

Poetry and barley have run out, so neither

The poetry is gone and the barley is finished

My affairs nor my donkey are going anywhere, much against my will.

Despite me my donkey won't walk

لا تكرب انني سِراج وحولي

لا تكرب انني سِراج وحولي

من للهموم مثلُ الفَراشىِ

من للهموم مثلُ الفَراشىِ

Do not fret: I am Siraj—a lamp—and around me

Don't be arrogant, I'm a lamp and around me

Are sorrows like moths.

Are worries like butterflies