جاءَ الشِتاءُ وَلَيسَ عِندي فَروَةٌ

جاءَ الشِتاءُ وَلَيسَ عِندي فَروَةٌ

وَالقُرُّ خَصمٌ لا يُرَدُّ وَيُدفَعُ

وَالقُرُّ خَصمٌ لا يُرَدُّ وَيُدفَعُ

Winter has come, and I have no fur coat.

Winter has come and I have no cloak

And the bitter cold is a foe that cannot be repelled or driven back.

And fate is an opponent who cannot be repelled

وَإِذا الشِتاءُ أَتى وَما لِيَ فَروَةٌ

وَإِذا الشِتاءُ أَتى وَما لِيَ فَروَةٌ

أَلفَيتَ كُلَّ تَميمَةٍ لا تَنفَعُ

أَلفَيتَ كُلَّ تَميمَةٍ لا تَنفَعُ

And when winter comes and I have no fur coat,

When winter comes and I have no cloak

You find that every amulet is of no use.

I find every blanket inadequate and useless

فَوَحَقَّ مَجدِكَ وَهوَ جَهدُ ألِيَّتي

فَوَحَقَّ مَجدِكَ وَهوَ جَهدُ ألِيَّتي

وَنَداكَ وَهوَ لِكُلِّ خَطبٍ مَدفَعُ

وَنَداكَ وَهوَ لِكُلِّ خَطبٍ مَدفَعُ

So, by your glory—my most solemn oath—

So I swear by your glorious reputation, it is my only strength

And your generosity, a defense against every calamity,

And call upon you, for you can dispel any affliction

إِنّي أَبيتُ عَلى الطَوى خاوي الحَشا

إِنّي أَبيتُ عَلى الطَوى خاوي الحَشا

سَغَباً وَأَحناءُ الضُلوعِ تَقَعقَعُ

سَغَباً وَأَحناءُ الضُلوعِ تَقَعقَعُ

Indeed, I spend the night hungry, my belly empty,

I spend the night on the mountain, empty and desolate

Famished, while the curves of my ribs rattle.

My ribs rattle from the bitter cold