رَأَيتُكَ تَكويني بِمَيسَمِ مِنَّةٍ

كَأَنَّكَ كُنتَ الأَصلَ في يَومِ تَكويني

I saw you in the season of my making

As if you were the origin on the day of my making

فَدَعني مِنَ المَنِّ الوَخيمِ فَلُقمَةٌ

مِنَ العَيشِ تَكفيني إِلى يَومِ تَكفيني

So spare me from the heavy disgrace a morsel

Of living suffices me until the day of my shrouding