بُؤسَ قَلبي كَيفَ ذَلّا

صارَ لِلسُقمِ مَحَلّا

The misery of my heart, how it has weakened

Becoming a place for illness

لَم أَكُن أَخشى الَّذي كا

نَ وَقَد كُنتُ مُخَلّى

I did not fear what has happened

Though I was free

ذُبتُ حَتّى ما أَرى لي

في مِراةِ الشَمسِ ظِلّا

I have melted away until I do not see

In the mirror of the sun a shadow

صَفَحَ اللَهُ لِمَن يَظ

لُمُني عَمّا اِستَحَلّا

May God forgive those who wrong me

For what they made permissible