جَسَدي قائِمٌ وَروحي مُواتُ

وَسُهادي مَعاً وَنَومي سُباتُ

My body is awake but my soul is dead

My body stands upright, yet my soul is dead,

My pillows together but my sleep is lead

My sleeplessness stays close; my sleep is a deep trance,

وَثِيابي تَجُرُّ مِنّي عِظاماً

لا سُكونٌ لَها وَلا حَرَكاتُ

My clothes drag bones from me instead

My garments drag along a frame of bones,

No stillness or motion can comfort their dread

That possesses neither stillness nor true motion.