سَئِمتُ من الدنيا لأني سَبَرتُ ما

سَئِمتُ من الدنيا لأني سَبَرتُ ما

رأَيتُ بخَوضي الهَولَ في كل طابقِ

رأَيتُ بخَوضي الهَولَ في كل طابقِ

I have grown weary of the world, for I have plumbed what

I have grown weary of this world, for I have plumbed its every depth

I saw while plunging into terror at every level.

In roaming through profusion's halls, in every sphere, in every realm

فلم أرَ الا كابياً إِثرَ عاثرٍ

فلم أرَ الا كابياً إِثرَ عاثرٍ

ولم أرَ الا لاحقاً إثرَ سابقِ

ولم أرَ الا لاحقاً إثرَ سابقِ

So I saw nothing but one falling after another who stumbled,

Yet nowhere saw I aught but stumblers doggedly pursuing trippers

And I saw nothing but one following after another who went before.

Or followers in the wake of those gone on ahead