كَأَنَّ الأَرضَ قَد طُوِيَت عَلَيّا

وَقَد أُخرِجتُ مِمّا في يَدَيّا

As if the earth has been folded over me

And I have been taken out from what was in my hands

كَأَنّي يَومَ يُحثى التُربُ فَوقي

مَهيلاً لَم أَكُن في الناسِ حَيّا

As if on the day dust is heaped over me

Lifeless, I was not alive among people

كَأَنَّ القَومَ قَد دَفَنوا وَوَلَّوا

وَكُلٌّ غَيرُ مُلتَفِتٍ إِلَيّا

As if the people had buried and turned away

And everyone is not paying attention to me

كَأَن قَد صِرتُ مُنفَرِداً وَحيداً

وَمُرتَهَناً هُناكَ بِما لَدَيّا

As if I have become isolated and lonely

And am held ransom there by what I have

كَأَن بِالباكِياتِ عَلَيَّ يَوماً

وَما يُغني البُكاءُ عَلَيَّ شَيّا

As if there will be those crying over me one day

Yet crying will not avail me a thing

ذَكَرتُ مَنِيَّتي فَبَكَيتُ نَفسي

أَلا أَسعِد أُخَيَّكَ يا أَخِيّا

I remembered my death so I cried for myself

Will you not make your brother happy, o brother of mine