أَبُثُّكَ ما لَقيتُ مِنَ اللَيالي

أَبُثُّكَ ما لَقيتُ مِنَ اللَيالي

فَقَد قَصَّت نَوايِبُها جَناحي

فَقَد قَصَّت نَوايِبُها جَناحي

I confide to you what I have suffered from the nights;

I whisper to you what I suffered through the nights

For indeed their calamities have clipped my wing.

Their woes have clipped my wings

وَكَيفَ يُفيقُ مِن عَنَتِ اللَيالي

وَكَيفَ يُفيقُ مِن عَنَتِ اللَيالي

مَريضٌ لا يَرى وَجهَ الصَلاحِ

مَريضٌ لا يَرى وَجهَ الصَلاحِ

And how can he recover from the nights’ hardship—

And how can one wake from the tribulation of nights

A sick man who does not see the face of well-being?

A sick man who cannot see the face of remedy