فَدا لِلعَين مِني كُل عَين

وَما في الكَون من ذَهَب وَعين

My eyes are sacrificed for your eyes

And all the gold and jewels in the universe

أَرى الظُلماء قَد حجبَت عياني

وَأَجرت مِن دُموعي كل عَين

I see the darkness has veiled my sight

And shed tears from all my eyes

وَأَلقتني بسجن يوسفىّ

وَحالَت بَينَ أَفراحي وَبَيني

And cast me into my prison like Joseph

And came between my joys and me

وَأقسم اِن تحقق لي شَفاها

لجدت بِما أَرى في الراحتَين

And I swear if seeing you is realized

I will find in comfort what I see in torment

فَقَد أَصبَحت في حُزن وَأَن

وَقَلبي بَين اِتعاب وَأَين

For I have become in sorrow and moan

And my heart is between fatigue and where

وَما أَهدت صبا الاِسحار نَوما

اِلى عَين غَدَت في أَسر غين

And the dawn of youth did not gift me sleep

To an eye that fell captive to sadness

يقلب في دثار السَقم جِسمي

كَأَني فَوق جمر الحرتين

It tosses my body in the sheets of illness

As if I am on the embers of hellfire

تخالفت الأساة بطول وَعد

بعللني وَيأس فيه حيني

Afflictions prolonged despite the promise

That gave me hope but now in it despair

وَمن فظ يهددني جهارا

بمبضعه المصوب في اليَدين

And the rude one threatens me openly

With his drawn sword in both hands

وَعهدي بِالمياه حياة نَفسي

فَمالي قَد ظَمئت بماء عَيني

And my pact with water is life to my soul

So why am I thirsty with the water of my eyes

فَيا لِلَهِ أَي سَنا وَضوء

أُصيب بكل عادية وَشين

Oh God, what an arrow and wound

That strikes with every common and vile thing

فَهل هي في سَبيلِ اللَهِ غازَت

فَذاقَت بِاللُقا ظُلم الحسين

Did it go in the path of God and get wounded

And so tasted the injustice of Hussein?

فَكَم أَمسى بِما أَلقى حَزينا

وَبَينَ النوم معترك وَبَيني

So I sleep every night depressed

With struggle between sleep and me

أَبيت وَمؤنسى الخفاش لَيلا

وَحالي مَعه شر الحالتَين

I stay up and my companion the bat at night

And my state with it is the worst of two states

فَذاك بنور عَينيه مهنا

وَلي أَسف بحجب المقلَتين

That one is tired of the light in its eyes

While I grieve the veil on my two eyelids

وَأَبسط لِلظَّلامِ أَكف بثى

وَأَشقى لوعَة بالظلمَتَين

And I stretch out to the darkness my palms in woe

And am most miserable in the two darknesses

تَراني معرضا عن كل ضوء

فَهَل خاصَمت نور النيرَين

You see me turning away from all light

So did I dispute the light of the two lights?

يُنافرني السَنا فَأَفر مِنه

كَأَن الضوء يطلبني بدين

Youth flees from me so I flee from it

As if the light seeks me for a debt

وَأَجنح لِلظَّلامِ جنوح صب

دَنا لِحَبيبِه بِالرقمَتَين

And I incline to the darkness with the swoon of passion

Drawing near to its beloved with the two eyelashes

جَزى اللَهُ السِقام جزاء خير

فَقَد هذبنني ونَأَزلن ريني

May God reward sickness with the reward of good

For it has refined me and removed my impurity

وَصرت بِما لقيت من اللَيالي

أَفرق بَين ذي صدق وَمين

And I have become with what I got from the nights

Distinguishing between one sincere and false

حرمت مقاصدي َمنعت عما

تَميل لحسنه نفسي وَعَيني

My hopes were hindered and I was prevented from what

My soul and eyes incline towards its beauty

اِذا رمت اِنتِشاق الطَيب يَوماً

وَضعت يدي فوق الحاجبين

When I wanted to scent myself with perfume one day

I placed my hand over my two eyebrows

وَناهيكَ الطاء سجل كتي

وَتركي لِلحَديث بحسرَتين

And enough of flirting, my book is sealed

And I leave talking with two griefs

وَقَد عفت الأَساة وَعدت أَرجو

طَبيب الكون رب المَشرِقَين

And I have excused the pain and returned to hope

In the Healer of existence, Lord of the two dawns

الهي سيدي غوثى رَجائي

عياذي عدتي ومزيل بيني

My God, my Master, my aid, my hope

My protection, my recompense, Remover of my affliction

نعاني أَبيض القرطاس لما

جَفاني اليَوم نور الاسوَدين

I complain to the white paper because

The light of the two blacks has dried me today

وَقَد جفت دواتي وهي تَبكي

لما قد راعها من طول أَيني

And my inkwell has dried up while it weeps

At how long my absence has been

وَأَقلامي كم انشقت لأني

حرمت مساسَها بِالاصبَعَين

And my pens, how they split because

I was deprived of touching them with two fingers

غَدَوت اليَومَ أَميا وَعَلى

أَقضى من فُنون الكُتُب ديني

Today I have become illiterate and must

Fulfill my religion without book arts

فجهلي عبرة وَالسَقم أَخرى

وَعَيني قَد أَرَتني العِبرَتَين

So my ignorance is a lesson and sickness another

And my eye has shown me two lessons

فَلَم لا أَنعى بِالحَسراتِ حالي

وَتَعلو زفرتي لِلفرقَدين

Why don't I eulogize my state with regrets

And my sighs rise to the two tombs