لِباسِيَ البُرسُ فَلا أَخضَرٌ

وَلا خَلوقِيٌّ وَلا أَدكَنُ

My garb is not green, nor elegant, nor dark

And my food refuses any equal

وَقوتِيَ الشَيءُ أَبى مِثلَهُ

فَصيحُ هَذا الخَلقِ وَالأَلكَنُ

So I ask the Creator, from His glory

For what He alone can make possible

وَأَسأَلُ الخالِقَ مِن عِزِهِ

ما لَم يَكُن إِلّا لَهُ يُمكِنُ

A journey to death, and pardon when

I die, for the hereafter is my destination

سَيراً إِلى المَوتِ وَعَفواً إِذا

مِتُّ فَفي الآخِرَةِ المَوكِنُ

And gentleness with the soul, while it resides

In a body where it once settled

وَالرُفقُ بِالنَفسِ لَدى بَينِها

عَن جَسَدٍ ظَلَّت بِهِ تَسكُنُ

I was like people, inclined to this

World which betrayed those who would rely on it

وَكُنتُ وَالناسَ إِلى هَذِهِ ال

دُنيا فَخانَت عَهدَ مَن يَركُنُ