بقلبي على زيّ الصّليب قروح

فما حَالُه إن كُنْتَ فيه تلوح

My heart bears wounds like a crucifix

So what is its state if you appear in it

بُلِينا وكَمْ لكن كفى الصّبر شرّها

وهذي لها يغدو الأسى ويروح

We have endured much but patience is enough for its evil

And for it sorrow comes and goes

فلو للفِدا قلتُ البريّة كلّهم

فإنّ الورى جسمٌ وأنت له روح

So if I said the wilderness entirely for sacrifice

Then creation is a body and you are its soul