رَمى الدَّهرُ دوني وَهوَ جَمٌّ صُروفُهُ

رَمى الدَّهرُ دوني وَهوَ جَمٌّ صُروفُهُ

وَكَلَّفَني ما لا يَقومُ بِهِ شُكري

وَكَلَّفَني ما لا يَقومُ بِهِ شُكري

He struck at Time in my defense, though its vicissitudes are many,

Fortune threw me down while its ways were violent

and burdened me with what my gratitude cannot repay.

And burdened me with more than I could thankfully bear

فَإِن شُغِلَت نَفسي بِغَيرِ مَديحِهِ

فَإِن شُغِلَت نَفسي بِغَيرِ مَديحِهِ

فَعدتُ إِلى ما كُنتُ فيهِ مَعَ الدَّهرِ

فَعدتُ إِلى ما كُنتُ فيهِ مَعَ الدَّهرِ

So if my soul is occupied with anything but praising him,

If I busy my soul with aught but praising it

then I would return to the state I was in with Time.

I return to what I was with Fortune overlong