بالله فُتَّ كَبِدِي يا هَمِّي

بالله فُتَّ كَبِدِي يا هَمِّي

وغمَّ قَلْبي بالجَوَى يا غمِّي

وغمَّ قَلْبي بالجَوَى يا غمِّي

By God, crush my liver, O my sorrow!

Oh Allah, break open my liver, O my sorrow

And smother my heart with anguish, O my grief!

And fill my heart with burning embers, O my anguish

وابْلُ جسْمي بالضَّنىَ يا سُقْمِي

وابْلُ جسْمي بالضَّنىَ يا سُقْمِي

فبَعدَ رُوحي لا أُرِيدُ جِسمي

فبَعدَ رُوحي لا أُرِيدُ جِسمي

And afflict my body with wasting, O my sickness!

Drench my body with grief, O my malady

For after my soul is gone, I do not want my body.

For after losing my soul, I have no use for my body

وبعد دِرْياقي أُريدُ سمِّي

وبعد دِرْياقي أُريدُ سمِّي

مُصيبتي لمَّا انتهت في العَظْمِ

مُصيبتي لمَّا انتهت في العَظْمِ

And after my antidote is gone, I want my poison.

And after losing my loved ones, all I want is to be named among the dead

When my calamity reached its utmost magnitude,

When my tribulation culminated, it mocked the silent mountains

قد سخرت من الجِبَالِ الصمِّ

قد سخرت من الجِبَالِ الصمِّ

توسَّعَتْ فضاقَ عَنها كَتْمِي

توسَّعَتْ فضاقَ عَنها كَتْمِي

it scoffed at the unyielding mountains.

It grew so wide even my restraint could not contain it

It grew too vast for me to keep it hidden.

I buried all my family against my will

دفنت أَهلي كلَّهم بَرَغْمِي

دفنت أَهلي كلَّهم بَرَغْمِي

أَخِي وأُختي وأَبي وأُمِّي

أَخِي وأُختي وأَبي وأُمِّي

I buried all my family against my will:

My brother, my sister, my father and my mother

my brother, my sister, my father, and my mother.

And how many unnamed others I interred

وكم دفنتُ غَيْرَ مَنْ أُسمِّي

وكم دفنتُ غَيْرَ مَنْ أُسمِّي

من رُفْقَةٍ مثلِ بدورِ التِّم

من رُفْقَةٍ مثلِ بدورِ التِّم

And how many I buried besides those I name,

Friends like the Pleiades and bare bones I smelled

companions like full moons,

I buried each, though I did not want to, in a desolate, gloomy wasteland

ومن بهاليلَ عظامٍ شُمِّ

ومن بهاليلَ عظامٍ شُمِّ

دفنت كلاًّ منهمُ عَنْ علْم

دفنت كلاًّ منهمُ عَنْ علْم

and noble men, great and lofty.

At the bottom of a grave, under thousands of shovels of dirt

I knowingly buried every one of them

These were graves I built, though they destroyed me

في موحشٍ أَسْوَدَ مُدْلَهمِّ

في موحشٍ أَسْوَدَ مُدْلَهمِّ

في قَعْر قَبْرٍ تَحْت أَلفِ رَدْمِ

في قَعْر قَبْرٍ تَحْت أَلفِ رَدْمِ

in a desolate place, black and pitch-dark,

Constructed with my blood and flesh

in the depths of a grave, beneath a thousand heaps of earth.

Scenes that blinded me, as you saw

تلك قبورٌ بُنيت لهَدْمِي

تلك قبورٌ بُنيت لهَدْمِي

لم تُبْن إِلاَّ بدَمِي ولَحْمِي

لم تُبْن إِلاَّ بدَمِي ولَحْمِي

Those are graves built to demolish me;

And stabbed my heart with every care

they were built of nothing but my blood and flesh.

This grave for my intimacy, that for my kiss

مَناظرٌ كما رأَيتَ تُعْمِي

مَناظرٌ كما رأَيتَ تُعْمِي

وتَقْصِدُ القلبَ بكُلِّ هَمِّ

وتَقْصِدُ القلبَ بكُلِّ هَمِّ

Sights that, as you have seen, strike one blind,

And I lived on without them, though against my will

and assail the heart with every sorrow.

Due to my ill-fated destiny and unfair lot

لقبر ذَا ضَمِّي وهَذَا لَثْمِي

لقبر ذَا ضَمِّي وهَذَا لَثْمِي

وعِشْتُ مِنْ بَعدِهم بِرَغْمي

وعِشْتُ مِنْ بَعدِهم بِرَغْمي

This embrace of mine and this kiss are for a grave.

Like a sword in solitude, not an arrow in a quiver

And I lived on after them against my will,

In Sufi-like poverty and destitution

لِشُؤْمِ بَخْتي ولسُوءِ قَسْمِي

لِشُؤْمِ بَخْتي ولسُوءِ قَسْمِي

كالسَّيفِ في الوَحْدَةِ لا كالسَّهْم

كالسَّيفِ في الوَحْدَةِ لا كالسَّهْم

because of my ill luck and my wretched lot,

My reason and patience were lost after them

like a sword in solitude, not like an arrow,

When I had been in prosperity and plenty

في فَقْرٍ صُوفيٍّ وذمي

في فَقْرٍ صُوفيٍّ وذمي

قد ضاع عقلي بعدهم وحلمي

قد ضاع عقلي بعدهم وحلمي

in the poverty of a Sufi and a dhimmi.

In bounty and abundant luxury

My reason and my forbearance were lost after them.

When I did not cast them aside, or myself

وكنت في غِنىً وغُنمِ

وكنت في غِنىً وغُنمِ

في نعمةٍ وفي نعيمٍ جَمِّ

في نعمةٍ وفي نعيمٍ جَمِّ

And I had lived in wealth and gain,

When I did not ignore them, or myself

in blessings and abundant bliss.

They saw my love as inescapable destiny

وكنت لا أُرْمَى بِهم وأَرْمِي

وكنت لا أُرْمَى بِهم وأَرْمِي

وكُنْتُ لا أُصْمَى بهم وأُصْمِي

وكُنْتُ لا أُصْمَى بهم وأُصْمِي

And with them I was not shot at, but shot at others;

And their fate was to end up as my fate

and with them I was not struck dead, but struck others dead.

To seek refuge in my name in times of woe

يرون حُبِّي كالقضاءِ الحَتْم

يرون حُبِّي كالقضاءِ الحَتْم

ورَسْمُهم أَن ينتهوا لرَسْمِي

ورَسْمُهم أَن ينتهوا لرَسْمِي

They regarded loving me as an irrevocable decree,

Never did I imagine they would all die

and their custom was to abide by my command,

After them, my life lost all taste

ويَسْتعيذوا في الهُمومِ باسْمِي

ويَسْتعيذوا في الهُمومِ باسْمِي

لم يَجْرِ مَوْتُ كلَّهم في وَهْمِي

لم يَجْرِ مَوْتُ كلَّهم في وَهْمِي

and seek refuge in my name amid troubles.

Oh my deprivation after them, and my nothingness

The death of them all had never crossed my mind.

Oh my loss of direction after the loss of my guiding stars

ما لِحياتي بَعْدَهم مِنْ طَعْمِ

ما لِحياتي بَعْدَهم مِنْ طَعْمِ

فيا افْتِقَارِي بَعْدَهُم وعُدْمِي

فيا افْتِقَارِي بَعْدَهُم وعُدْمِي

There is no savor to my life after them.

Oh sorrows that never cease growing

So O my poverty after them, and my destitution!

Oh tears that never cease flowing

ويا ضَلالي بعد فقد نَجْمِي

ويا ضَلالي بعد فقد نَجْمِي

ويا هموماً لاَ تَزَالُ تَنْمِي

ويا هموماً لاَ تَزَالُ تَنْمِي

And O my wandering astray after the loss of my star!

Pouring more than I can hide beneath my shirt

And O sorrows that never cease to grow!

Oh unjust times in judgment

ويا دُموعاً لا تَزال تَهْمِي

ويا دُموعاً لا تَزال تَهْمِي

تَكْثُر أَنْ أَسْتُرَها بكُمِّي

تَكْثُر أَنْ أَسْتُرَها بكُمِّي

And O tears that never cease to stream,

No wonder you are my ruler and my opponent

too plentiful for me to conceal with my sleeve!

With what crime, what sin

ويا زماناً جائراً في الحُكْمِ

ويا زماناً جائراً في الحُكْمِ

لا غرو أَنْتَ حاكمي وخَصْمِي

لا غرو أَنْتَ حاكمي وخَصْمِي

And O Time, unjust in judgment,

Have you wronged me, and how can I be blamed?

no wonder: you are my judge and my adversary.

My praise is to Allah, and to my time my blame

بأَيِّ ذَنْبٍ وبأَيِّ جُرْمِ

بأَيِّ ذَنْبٍ وبأَيِّ جُرْمِ

ظَلَمْتَني ومَا يَحلُّ ظُلْمِي

ظَلَمْتَني ومَا يَحلُّ ظُلْمِي

For what sin, and for what crime,

have you wronged me, though wronging me is not lawful?

[CENTER]لله حَمْدِي ولدَهْري ذمِّي[/CENTER]

[CENTER]لله حَمْدِي ولدَهْري ذمِّي[/CENTER]

My praise is for God, and my blame for my fate.