أُعَانِي مِنَ الدَّاءِ آلامَهُ

أُعَانِي مِنَ الدَّاءِ آلامَهُ

وَلسْتُ بِشاكٍ وَلاَ شاكِرِ

وَلسْتُ بِشاكٍ وَلاَ شاكِرِ

I suffer the malady’s agonies;

I suffer the pains of the illness,

Yet I neither complain nor give thanks.

And I am neither complaining nor thankful.

وَمَا بِيَ ظاهِرَةٌ لِلأَسى

وَمَا بِيَ ظاهِرَةٌ لِلأَسى

سِوَى مَا ترَى الْعَيْنُ مِنْ سَاخِرِ

سِوَى مَا ترَى الْعَيْنُ مِنْ سَاخِرِ

No outward sign of sorrow shows in me,

And no outward sign of sorrow appears in me,

Save what the eye sees in one who scoffs.

Except what the eye sees of a scoffer.