زمنٌ يمرّ بقوّتي وشبابي

زمنٌ يمرّ بقوّتي وشبابي

قصداً ليلحقني بدارِ تبابِ

قصداً ليلحقني بدارِ تبابِ

Time passes, taking my strength and youth,

Time passes with my strength and youth

deliberately, to bring me to an abode of ruin.

Intent on making me join the abode of ruin

فيحلُّ تركيبي ويفسد صورتي

فيحلُّ تركيبي ويفسد صورتي

بالفعلِ تحت جنادل وتراب

بالفعلِ تحت جنادل وتراب

Then it dissolves my frame and ruins my form,

It undoes my composition and corrupts my form

in actuality, beneath rocks and dust.

Through action, under shrouds and dust

فاعجب لبعدٍ فيه قربُ مسافةٍ

فاعجب لبعدٍ فيه قربُ مسافةٍ

قد حال ما بيني وبين صحابي

قد حال ما بيني وبين صحابي

Marvel, then, at a separation across so short a distance,

How strange is the nearness of a distance

that has come between me and my companions.

That has come between me and my companions

إني أقمتُ حبيسَبيتٍ مُوحشٍ

إني أقمتُ حبيسَبيتٍ مُوحشٍ

في غايةِ الشوقِ إلى الأحبابِ

في غايةِ الشوقِ إلى الأحبابِ

Indeed, I have remained a prisoner in a desolate house,

I have become a prisoner of a lonely house

in the deepest longing for loved ones,

Yearning intensely for loved ones

مستنظراً متهيئاً للقاءِ من

مستنظراً متهيئاً للقاءِ من

يؤتى إليَّ به منَ الغيابِ

يؤتى إليَّ به منَ الغيابِ

waiting, prepared to meet whoever

Waiting expectantly for the coming of those

is brought to me from among the absent.

Who will come to me from absence

لكن على كرهٍ يكون مجيئهم

لكن على كرهٍ يكون مجيئهم

فهو همُ في رؤيتي بأيابِ

فهو همُ في رؤيتي بأيابِ

Yet they come against their will,

But their coming will be against my will

so, on seeing me, they turn back [wording unclear].

For it is a worry to see them in shrouds

إني لأسمعهم وإن خَفَتُوا بما

إني لأسمعهم وإن خَفَتُوا بما

نعطَقوا وما أستطيع ردَّ جوابِ

نعطَقوا وما أستطيع ردَّ جوابِ

I do indeed hear them, even if they speak softly, in what

I can hear them, though they are muted, by what

they utter, but I cannot give an answer.

They gurgle, and I cannot utter a response

ويكون ما كتبتْ يداي وما به

ويكون ما كتبتْ يداي وما به

نطقُ اللسانِ مقيداً بكتاب

نطقُ اللسانِ مقيداً بكتاب

And what my two hands have written, and what

What my hands have written and what

the tongue has uttered, is recorded in a book,

My tongue has spoken will be recorded in a book

حتى تُجازى كلُّ نفسٍ سعيها

حتى تُجازى كلُّ نفسٍ سعيها

يومَ الوقوفِ عليه يومَ حسابِ

يومَ الوقوفِ عليه يومَ حسابِ

so that every soul may be recompensed for its striving

Until each soul is recompensed for its efforts

on the day it is examined, a day of reckoning.

On the day it stands for reckoning

فيُجازى بالإحسانُ حسناً والذي

فيُجازى بالإحسانُ حسناً والذي

هو سيءٌ يعفو وينظر ما بي

هو سيءٌ يعفو وينظر ما بي

Then one is rewarded well for goodness, and whatever

Good will be recompensed with good, and wrongdoing

is evil He pardons, considering what is within me.

Will be forgiven and overlooked, what is between me and it

ظني به ظنٌ جميلٌ ما أنا

ظني به ظنٌ جميلٌ ما أنا

في الظنِّ بالرحمن بالمرتاب

في الظنِّ بالرحمن بالمرتاب

My expectation of Him is a good one; I am not

My expectation of Him is a beautiful expectation, I do not

doubtful in my expectations of the All-Merciful.

Doubt the Merciful, I do not waver

إني رضيعٌ ما فطمت لجودِه

إني رضيعٌ ما فطمت لجودِه

كيف الفِطام وما وقفتُ بباب

كيف الفِطام وما وقفتُ بباب

Indeed, I am a nursling; through His bounty I have not been weaned.

I am a suckling babe, not yet weaned of His generosity

How could I be weaned, when I have not stood at any door?

How to be weaned when I have not stood at His door?

الجودُ أمي والرضاعة مسكني

الجودُ أمي والرضاعة مسكني

وجميع ما عندي من الوهاب

وجميع ما عندي من الوهاب

Bounty is my mother, and nursing is my dwelling,

Generosity is my mother, and suckling is my dwelling

and all that I have is from the Bestower.

And all I have is from the Bestower