بذلتُ في حبِّ "دنيا" المالَ والولَدا

بذلتُ في حبِّ "دنيا" المالَ والولَدا

فكان أنْ شيّبتْ ذؤابَتي ولَدا

فكان أنْ شيّبتْ ذؤابَتي ولَدا

For love of “Dunya,” I gave my wealth and children.

I spent my wealth and children for the love of "Dunya"

So she turned my forelock gray while I was still a child.

Until my cheeks turned white with age like a newborn foal

أطعتُها وهوىً في دارها وُلِدا

أطعتُها وهوىً في دارها وُلِدا

وما خلا نفسَها فلم تطِعْ أحَدا

وما خلا نفسَها فلم تطِعْ أحَدا

I obeyed her, and passion was born in her abode.

I obeyed her passionately in her abode when I was young

And, apart from herself, she obeyed no one.

But she herself never obeyed anyone

وهبتُها الصّعبَ وانتظرتُها أمدا

وهبتُها الصّعبَ وانتظرتُها أمدا

فجَاوزَتْني لمَنْ لم يُعطِها أبدا

فجَاوزَتْني لمَنْ لم يُعطِها أبدا

I gave her what was hardest and waited for her a long while.

I endured hardship for her and waited for her long

Yet she passed me over for one who had never given her anything.

But she ignored me for one who never gave her anything

ما طِقْتُ في أمرِها ندًّا ولا عضُدا

ما طِقْتُ في أمرِها ندًّا ولا عضُدا

فكانَ غيري الّذي بحُسنِها انفرَدا

فكانَ غيري الّذي بحُسنِها انفرَدا

In her affairs, I could bear neither rival nor ally.

I could not compete with her in stubbornness or help

So another, not I, had her beauty all to himself.

So it was another who enjoyed her beauty exclusively

حتّى إذا ما استفاقَ العُمْرُ مُرتعِدا

حتّى إذا ما استفاقَ العُمْرُ مُرتعِدا

من سكرةٍ خمرُها الصِّبا وقدْ نفِدا

من سكرةٍ خمرُها الصِّبا وقدْ نفِدا

Until, when life awoke, trembling,

Until when life trembled awake frightened

From a stupor whose wine was youth, now spent,

From the intoxication of youth which was now gone

قالَ تهاونْتَ بي ما كنتَ مُقتصِدا

قالَ تهاونْتَ بي ما كنتَ مُقتصِدا

إذْ سُقْتَ ليْ في هواها المرَّ مُجْتهِدا

إذْ سُقْتَ ليْ في هواها المرَّ مُجْتهِدا

It said: “You treated me lightly; you showed no restraint,

It said: You were not frugal in spending me

For you zealously brought me bitterness in your love for her,

When you ardently pursued her bitter love

حتى تدَنَّى دنيُّ الأصْلِ مُنتقِدا

حتى تدَنَّى دنيُّ الأصْلِ مُنتقِدا

أخصُّ منْ نالهاوفرَّ مُبتعِدا

أخصُّ منْ نالهاوفرَّ مُبتعِدا

Until one of base birth drew near, criticizing—

Until the lowly origins criticized me

I mean the one who won her and fled away.

More special than the one who attained her and traveled far

إنّي لمُسقيكَ من خمْري فكُنْ جَلَدا

إنّي لمُسقيكَ من خمْري فكُنْ جَلَدا

أرذِلْ بهِ إذْ به تُمسِي كمن فُقِدا

أرذِلْ بهِ إذْ به تُمسِي كمن فُقِدا

I shall surely give you some of my wine to drink, so be steadfast.

I made you drink from my wine so be steadfast

How vile it is, for through it you become as one lost.

Degrade yourself with it though you seem to be lost

فاصبرْ على مُرِّهِ ولا تقُلْ فسدا

فاصبرْ على مُرِّهِ ولا تقُلْ فسدا

ما مرّ مثلُ الّذيْ أسقَيْتني أوَدا

ما مرّ مثلُ الّذيْ أسقَيْتني أوَدا

So bear its bitterness, and do not say it has spoiled.

So be patient with its bitterness and do not say "it's ruined"

Nothing like the crookedness you made me drink has ever passed.

No bitterness is like what I made you drink at the streams

فإن أفقتُ فما أفاقَ من هرمٍ

فإن أفقتُ فما أفاقَ من هرمٍ

مُسْقيكَ إيّاه غيرُ ميّتٍ لُحِدا

مُسْقيكَ إيّاه غيرُ ميّتٍ لُحِدا

For if I have awakened, there is no awakening from old age

But if I wake up none ever woke from old age

For the one who pours it for you, save as a dead man laid in the grave.”

After drinking it except the dead buried in their graves