حَمَى الفَلَكُ الدّوارُ جَفْني عنِ الكَرى

حَمَى الفَلَكُ الدّوارُ جَفْني عنِ الكَرى

لشَتّى هُمومٍ منْهُ فِكْريَ يُحْييها

لشَتّى هُمومٍ منْهُ فِكْريَ يُحْييها

The revolving sphere has kept my eyelid from slumber,

The revolving celestial sphere has robbed my eyes of sleep

for the varied cares arising from it, which my mind keeps alive.

With diverse cares that my thoughts revive

أراهُ رَحَى قَيْنٍ وعُمْريَ صَفْحَةٌ

أراهُ رَحَى قَيْنٍ وعُمْريَ صَفْحَةٌ

يَكُرُّ علَيْها بالمَدارِ فيُفْنيها

يَكُرُّ علَيْها بالمَدارِ فيُفْنيها

I see it as a smith's grindstone, and my life as a sheet of metal;

I see it as Cain's mill, and my life a page

it passes over it with each revolution, and so wears it away.

On which it ceaselessly turns, thus to destroy