إِلَيكَ أَشكو عُجَري وَبُجَري

وَمَعشَراً غَشّوا عَلَيَّ بَصَري

To you I complain of my hardship and distress

To you I complain of my knotted sorrows and hidden cares,

And a people who have deceived my sight

And of a kinsfolk who have cast a veil over my vision;

إِنّي قَتَلتُ مُضَري بِمُضَري

شَفَيتُ نَفسي وَقَتَلتُ مَعشَري

Verily I killed Mudar with my Mudar

Indeed, I have slain my Mudar with my Mudar,

I healed myself and killed my people

I have healed my soul, yet I have destroyed my own people.