1. O loneliness, you have made my heart accustomed to grief
And my tears a homeland
١. يا غُربَةً جَعَلَت فُؤادي لِلأَسى
إِلفاً وَحَدِّيَ لِلمَدامِعِ مَوطِنا
2. Until I grew accustomed to the tale of misfortune
He who is steadfast finds hardships easy
٢. حَتّى أَلِفتُ حَديثَ حادِثَةِ النَوى
يَلقى الشَدائِدَ سَهلَةً مَن أَدمَنا