أَما تَرَيني ناحِلَ الجِسمِ

أَما تَرَيني ناحِلَ الجِسمِ

أَصيرُ مِن هَمٍّ إِلى هَمِّ

أَصيرُ مِن هَمٍّ إِلى هَمِّ

Do you not see me, wasted in body?

Don't you see how my body wastes away

I pass from worry to worry.

As I move from one sorrow to the next

أُنقَلُ مِن ثوبٍ إِلى دونِهِ

أُنقَلُ مِن ثوبٍ إِلى دونِهِ

حَتَّى كَأَني بَدَنُ الكُمِّ

حَتَّى كَأَني بَدَنُ الكُمِّ

I am moved from one garment to a smaller one,

I shed my clothes, one after another

Until I seem to be the body of a sleeve.

Until it seems I'm nothing but skin and bones