نَفسي عَلى زَفَراتِها مَحبوسَةٌ

يا لَيتَها خَرَجَت مَعَ الزَفَراتِ

My soul on its sighs is imprisoned

My soul is confined by its heavy sighs,

Would that with those sighs it had departed

Oh, would that it had departed along with those sighs.

لا خَيرَ بَعدَكَ في الحَياةِ وَإِنَّما

أَبكي مَخافَةَ أَن تَطولَ حَياتي

No good is there in life after you; rather

There is no good in life after you, and indeed,

I weep fearing that life may grow longer for me

I weep only for fear that my life might be long.