أكابُد ليلاً لا يزالُ كأنّهُ

أكابُد ليلاً لا يزالُ كأنّهُ

لإكبابهِ فوقي شجيٌ مُفكّرُ

لإكبابهِ فوقي شجيٌ مُفكّرُ

I struggle with a night that always seems

I endure a night that still remains

a sorrowful thinker, for it bends over me.

As if with its darkness weighing down on me, brooding

واسألُهُ أن ينجلي فكأنّهُ

واسألُهُ أن ينجلي فكأنّهُ

رثي لي ففيما نابني يتفكرُ

رثي لي ففيما نابني يتفكرُ

And I ask it to lift, and it seems

And I ask it to clear, but it seems

to have taken pity on me, and so ponders what has befallen me.

It grieves for me, pondering my afflictions