يَطولُ عَلَيَّ اللَيلُ حَتّى أَمَلَّهُ

يَطولُ عَلَيَّ اللَيلُ حَتّى أَمَلَّهُ

فَأَجلِسَ وَالنُوّامُ في غَفلَةٍ عَنّي

فَأَجلِسَ وَالنُوّامُ في غَفلَةٍ عَنّي

The night drags on for me until I grow weary of it.

The night seems endless until I grow weary of it

So I sit, while the sleepers are oblivious to me.

So I sit while the slumberers remain oblivious to me

فَلا أَنا بِالراضي مِنَ الدَهرِ فِعلَهُ

فَلا أَنا بِالراضي مِنَ الدَهرِ فِعلَهُ

وَلا الدَهرُ يَرضى بِالَّذي نالَهُ مِنّي

وَلا الدَهرُ يَرضى بِالَّذي نالَهُ مِنّي

For I am not pleased with what Time has done,

I am not pleased with what fate has done

Nor is Time pleased with what has come to it from me.

Nor is fate pleased with what it has got from me