أيها القائد المُفدى بِرُوحي

وبنفسي وكل شيءٍ ثمينِ

O my leader, ransomed with my soul

And my self and all that's precious

جِئتُ أشكي ظُلامتي لكَ يا خي

رَ هُمامٍ يُرى وليثَ عَرينِ

I have come to lament my darkness to you, O beloved friend

Of passionate dreams, seen as a lion in its den

إنني طَبلَةٌ تَبَرَّجَ فِيها

كُلّ كاسٍ مُصبَّبٍ ومصونِ

I am a drum in which

Every filled and guarded cup makes music

وتَهَيَّأتُ كيما أدخلَ عن نا

سي السُّرُورَ لكنهُم يَهجُرُوني

And I prepared myself so that I might let in, from the people,

Joy, but they shun me

أبحقٍّ لهم بِحَقِّكَ هذا

إني والله ذاتُ قَلبٍ حَزِينِ

Do they have the right, by your right, to do this?

By God, I am one with a sorrowful heart

سَيَما وأنا بحضرتِكَ العَا

لِيَةِ الشأنِ ما لَهُم يَترُكُوني

Especially as I am in your

Sublime presence, why do they leave me?

فَإِذا لم يكن هنالِكَ عُذرٌ

في قيامٍ فاقبض على دُيُوني

So if there is no excuse

In staying, then take my debts