نالَتكَ يا خَيرَ الخَلائِقِ عِلَّةٌ

يَفديكَ مِن مَكروهِها الثُقلانِ

You have been afflicted, O best of creations

My two souls ransom you from its harm

فَبِكُلِّ قَلبٍ مِن شَكاتِكَ عِلَّةٌ

مَوصوفَةُ الشَكوى بِكُلِّ لِسانِ

So with every heart grieved by your griefs, there is an illness

Voiced with every tongue, describing the complaint