لَقَد عَلِمَ اللَهُ رَبُّ الكَمالِ

بِقِلَّةِ عِلمي وَديني وَمالي

The Lord of Perfection, God, knew well

My lack of knowledge, faith and wealth,

وَأَنَّ التَجَمُّلَ قَد ضاقَ بي

فَكَيفَ أُنافِسُ أَهلَ الجَمالِ

That to put on a show has wearied me,

So how can I compete with the graceful and beautiful?

أُريدُ الإِناخَةَ في مَنزِلٍ

وَقَد حُدِيَت لِسِواهُ جِمالي

I want a simple house to rest within,

Yet my beauty is confined to others.

لَقَد خابَ مَن يَبتَغي نُصرَتي

وَعاجِزَةٌ عَن يَميني شِمالي

Disappointed is he who seeks my support,

For my left hand is helpless without the right.

فَمَن مُخبِري أَغَريقَ البِحا

رِ أَلقى الرَدى أَم دَفينَ الوِصالِ

Who will tell me, did the drowned at sea

Find peace, or those joined with their loved ones?

هَويتُ اِنفِرادِيَ كَيما يَخِفَّ

عَمَّن أُعاشِرُ ثِقلُ احتِمالي

I long for solitude, to lighten the burden

Of those whose company weighs heavily on me.

فَماذا أَقولُ وَبَينَ الأَنا

مِ خُلفٌ عَلى جَهلِهِم أَو تَمالي

What can I say, when among people

There is ignorance or pretense?

أَما لِيَ فيما أَرى راحَةٌ

مَدى الدَهرِ مِن هَذَيانِ الأَمالِ

Only, as I see it, is there comfort for me

Away from the delusions of hope.