أَظَلومُ حانَ إِلى القُبورِ ذَهابي

وَبَليتُ قَبلَ المَوتِ في أَثوابي

The time of my going to the graves has come

And I am decayed before death in my clothes

فَعَلَيكِ ياسَكَني السَلامُ فَإِنَّني

عَمّا قَليلٍ فَاِعلَمِنَّ لِما بي

So upon you my dwelling peace, for I

Will shortly be gone, know this for why

جَرَّعتِني غُصَصَ المَنِيَّةِ بِالهَوى

فَمَتى تَرَينَكِ تَرحَمينَ شَبابي

You made me drink the cups of death with love

When will I see you show mercy for my youth

سُبحانَ مَن لَو شاءَ ساوى بَينَنا

فَأَدالَ مِنكِ فَقَد أَطَلتِ عَذابي

Glory to Him who, if He willed, made us equal

But was unjust to me, so you prolonged my torment