عَيشي مُؤَدٍّ إِلى الضَرّاءِ وَالوَهَنِ

وَمِهنَتي لِإِلَهي أَشرَفُ المِهَنِ

My life leads to adversity and weakness

And my profession, for my God, is the noblest of professions

تَخَلَّ مِن أُمِّ دَفرٍ فَهيَ مُؤذِيَةٌ

وَهَوِّنِ الأَمرَ في غَرّائِهِ يَهَنُ

It is free from the harm of an unrighteous mother

And makes light of difficulties in its sanctuaries

إِنّا ضُيوفُ زَمانٍ ما قِراهُ لَنا

إِلّا المَنايا وَنَحنُ الآنَ في اللُهَن

We are but guests of time, it offers us no home

Except death, while we now live in yearning

وَقَد أَنِفتُ لِنَفسٍ مِنهُ نافِرَةً

كُلَّ النِفارِ وَشَخصٍ فيهِ مُرتَهَنُ

And I have refused, disdaining, for my rebelling soul

Every refusal, though I stand hostage in it

اللَهُ عالِمُ غَيبٍ لا أُحاوِلُهُ

مِن ذي نُجومٍ وَلا أَبغيهِ في الكَهَنِ

God knows the unseen, I do not try to fathom it

From astrologers, nor do I seek it in soothsayers