وَقَفتُ وَقَد فَقَدتُ الصَبرَ حَتّى

وَقَفتُ وَقَد فَقَدتُ الصَبرَ حَتّى

تَبَيَّنَ مَوقِفي أَنّي الفَقيدُ

تَبَيَّنَ مَوقِفي أَنّي الفَقيدُ

And I stood, having lost patience, until

I stood, having lost all patience, until

my stopping-place discerned that I was the lost one.

My stance made clear that I was the bereaved one,

وَشُكِّكَ فِيَّ عُذّالي فَقالوا

وَشُكِّكَ فِيَّ عُذّالي فَقالوا

لِرَسمِ الدارِ أَيُّكُما العَميدُ

لِرَسمِ الدارِ أَيُّكُما العَميدُ

And my reproachers were made uncertain about me, so they said

And those who blamed me doubted and asked:

to the dwelling’s traces, “Which of you two is grief-stricken?”

“Who owns this house, which of you leads?”