ظالِمي في كُلِّ حَالِ

عَاشِقٌ هَجْرَ وِصالِي

My oppressors in every state

A lover deprived of union

تائِهٌ يَزْدادُ تِيهاً

عِنْدَ ذُلِّي في سُؤَالِي

Wandering, increasingly lost

In my lowliness, in my questioning

أَيُّها السَّائِلُ عَنِّي

وَهْوَ يَدْرِي سُوءَ حالِي

O questioner about me

While he knows my wretched state

سَوْفَ أَسْلوُ وَبَعيدٌ

بَيْنَ قَوْلِي وَفِعالِي

I will ask, though distant

Between my words and deeds