1. Is there no relief for anxieties?
Is there no escape by sea for me?
١. أَلا هَل لِلهُمومِ مِن اِنفِراجِ
وِهَل لي مِن رُكوبِ البَحرِ ناجِ
2. Every life is fleeting and false,
Plunging us into darkness' depths.
٢. أَكُلُّ عيشَةٍ زَوراءَ تَهوي
بِنا في مُظلِمِ الغَمراتِ ساجي
3. As if the currents' oarsmen in it
Were ewes hurling themselves to ewes,
٣. كَأَنَّ قَواذِفَ التَيّارِ فيها
نِعاجٌ يَرتَمينَ إِلى نِعاجِ
4. The salt water splitting their anklets,
Above salt flats of bitter salt.
٤. يِشُقُّ الماءُ كَلكَلُها مُلِحّاً
عَلى ثِبَجٍ مِنَ المِلحِ الأُجاجِ