في كبدي جمرةٌ نَكَتْ كبدي

وفي غدٍ مُنىً لبعْدِ غدِ

In my liver there is a burning coal that has pierced my liver

And in tomorrow there is hope after tomorrow

وبي سَقام جوى الفؤاد كما

عندي صنوف له من الكمدِ

And in me is the sickness of a heart aflame as

I have for it types of embers

تعْيَى يدي والظلام معتكرٌ

من طول مدِّي إلى السماء يدي

My hand grows weary and the darkness is dense

From stretching my hand to the sky for so long

واكبدا قد ضَنيتُ فما

أقدِرُ ضعْفاً أقول واكبدي

And oh my liver, I have complained so I can not

Say in my weakness, "Oh my liver!"