ما كُنت أُؤثر في دِيني وَتَوحيدي

خَوادع الآل عَن زادي وَمورودي

I did not prefer in my religion and monotheism

The deceptions of progeny over my provision and what I was given

غَررنَ بي وَبِحَسبي أَن رِوايَتي

مَلأى هريقت عَلى ظَمَأي مِن البيد

They fooled me and because of my lineage that my narration

Filled my thirst from the far off/remote well

أَفرَغتها وَبَرَغمي أَنَّها اِنحَدَرَت

بَيضاء كَالروح في سَوداء صَيخود

I emptied it and in spite of me that it flowed down

White like the soul in the darkness of misfortune

وَرُحت لا أَنا عَن مائي بِمُنتَهل

ماء وَلا أَنها عَن زادي بِمَسعود

And I went not satisfied with my water at the water-place

Water, nor it with my provision with what makes happy

أَشك يُؤلِمُني شَكي وَاَبحَث عَن

بَرد اليَقين فَيفنى فيهِ مَجهودي

Doubt pains me, my doubt, and I search for

The coolness of certainty in which my efforts disappear

أَشك لا عَن رِضا مِني وَيَقتُلُني

شَكي وَيَذبَل مِن وَسواسه عودي

I doubt not from my consent, and it kills me

My doubt, and from its obsession my firewood withers

وَكَم أَلوذ بِمَن لاذَ الأَنام بِهِ

وَأَبتَغي الظل في تَيهاء صَيهود

And how often I take refuge in the one mankind takes refuge in

And I seek shade in the straying of misfortune

اللَهُ لِي وَلصرح الدين مِن رَيب

مَجنونة الرَأي ثارَت حَولَ مَعبودي

God is for me and for the establishment of religion from suspicion

The mad of opinion revolved around my object of worship

إِن رَاوَغَتني في نُسكي فَكَم وَلَجَت

بِي المَخاطر في دِيني وَتَوحيدي

If it deceived me in my devotion so how much did

The risks enter into my religion and monotheism