ماذا سأفعلُ والآلامُ تعصِرُني

ماذا سأفعلُ والآلامُ تعصِرُني

والدّهرُ حمّلني وَهْناً على وهني

والدّهرُ حمّلني وَهْناً على وهني

What shall I do while pain wrings me,

What shall I do, while pains wring me,

and time has burdened me with weakness upon my weakness?

And time loads me with weakness upon weakness?

أُخفِي الأسى ودموعُ العينِ تكشِفهُ

أُخفِي الأسى ودموعُ العينِ تكشِفهُ

ماعادَ يُخفيهِ إسراري ولا علَني

ماعادَ يُخفيهِ إسراري ولا علَني

I hide my sorrow, yet the tears in my eyes reveal it;

I conceal my anguish, while tears of the eye reveal it,

neither my secrecy nor my openness hides it any longer.

Neither my secrecy nor openness can hide it anymore.

لطالما كان قلبي رغمَ قسْوَتهمْ

لطالما كان قلبي رغمَ قسْوَتهمْ

كالبَحرِ يُعطي بلا مَنٍّ ولا ثَمَنِ

كالبَحرِ يُعطي بلا مَنٍّ ولا ثَمَنِ

My heart has long been, despite their cruelty,

For long my heart, however hardened,

like the sea, giving without reminding others of its favors or asking a price.

Was like the sea, giving without demur or price.

بذَلْتُ روحي وأيّامي لأُسعِدَهم

بذَلْتُ روحي وأيّامي لأُسعِدَهم

ولم أجد مِنهُمُ قلباً ليُسعِدني

ولم أجد مِنهُمُ قلباً ليُسعِدني

I gave my soul and my days to make them happy,

I gave my soul and days to make them happy,

yet I found no heart among them to make me happy.

But found no heart among them to make me happy.

حتى يدِي مسّها مِن جورهم ألَمٌ

حتى يدِي مسّها مِن جورهم ألَمٌ

فالكلّ ينهلُ منها ثم يهجُرُني

فالكلّ ينهلُ منها ثم يهجُرُني

Even my hand was touched by pain from their injustice;

Until my hand, touched by their injustice, felt pain,

for everyone drinks deeply from it, then abandons me.

Then all drew from it, and deserted me.

إلى متى سوف أُعطيهمْ، كفى وجعاً

إلى متى سوف أُعطيهمْ، كفى وجعاً

ياليتَ قلبيَ لمْ يُخلقْ ولم يَكُنِ

ياليتَ قلبيَ لمْ يُخلقْ ولم يَكُنِ

How long will I keep giving to them? Enough pain!

How long shall I give them - enough of torment!

If only my heart had never been created and had never existed.

Would that my heart was never created nor was!