أَنَخْتُ هُمُومِي عِنْدَ بَابِ أَبِي زَيْدِ

فَقَدْ أَثْقَلْتُ ظَهْرِي وَزَادَتْ عَلَى الأَيْدِي

I leaned my worries on Abu Zaid's door

I made my sorrows kneel at the door of Abu Zayd,

For I have weighed down my back and exceeded the hands

for they have burdened my back and grown too heavy for my hands.

عَسَى مَا أَتَاهُ اللهُ مِنْ مُذْهِبِ الْعَنَا

يُصَافِحُ آمالِي بِناعِشَةِ الأَيْدِي

Perhaps what God has brought of the remover of distress

Perhaps what God has granted him to dispel affliction

Will clasp my hopes with the bier of hands

will embrace my hopes with reviving hands.