مَولايَ إِنَّ جُفونَ العَينِ قَد قَرِحَت

مَولايَ إِنَّ جُفونَ العَينِ قَد قَرِحَت

مِن دَمعَةٍ طالَما جادَت وَما سُفِحَت

مِن دَمعَةٍ طالَما جادَت وَما سُفِحَت

My lord, the eyelids of my eye have indeed grown sore,

My Master, truly the eyelids have become ulcerated

From a tear that has so often welled up, yet has not been shed.

From a tear that has long flowed and yet goes unshed

فَاِنظُر بِعَينِ الرِضا مِنّي إِلى بَدَنٍ

فَاِنظُر بِعَينِ الرِضا مِنّي إِلى بَدَنٍ

ما فيهِ جارِحَةٌ إِلّا وَقَد جُرِحَت

ما فيهِ جارِحَةٌ إِلّا وَقَد جُرِحَت

So look with an eye of favor upon this body of mine:

So look upon me with the eye of acceptance

There is no limb in it that has not been wounded.

At a body wherein no part remains unhurt