فَنَيتُ سِوى حُشاشاةٍ تَرَقّى

فَنَيتُ سِوى حُشاشاةٍ تَرَقّى

وَخَلَّفتُ الحَياةَ عَلى أُناسِ

وَخَلَّفتُ الحَياةَ عَلى أُناسِ

I have wasted away, save a remnant of life that rises.

I faded away, nothing left but whispers ascending

And I have left life to other people.

And left life with people

وَأَدنى مَجلِسِ العُوّادِ مِنّي

وَأَدنى مَجلِسِ العُوّادِ مِنّي

سَقامٌ ظَلَّ يُخبِرُهُم بِباسي

سَقامٌ ظَلَّ يُخبِرُهُم بِباسي

And nearest to me in the gathering of sickbed visitors

And the council of sympathizers drew near me

Is illness, which kept telling them of my suffering.

With lingering illness that told them of my condition