قَلَّمتُ ظِفرِيَ تاراتٍ وَما جَسَدي

إِلّا كَذاكَ مَتى ما فارَقَ الروحا

I sharpened my nails like claws, though my body

Is thus whenever the soul departs.

وَمِن تَأَمَّل أَقوالي رَأى جُمَلاً

يَظَلُّ فيهِنَّ سِرُّ الناسِ مَشروحا

Whoever contemplates my words will see phrases

In which people's secrets are laid bare.

إِنَّ الحَياةَ لَمَفروحٌ بِها طَلَقاً

يُغَادِرُ الخَلدَ الجَذلانَ مَقروحا

Life is a wide open plain;

The timid will leave it wounded.

قَد اِدَّعَيتُم فَقُلنا أَينَ شاهِدُكُم

فَجاءَ مَن باتَ عِندَ اللُبِّ مَجروحا

You made claims, so we said "Where is your proof?"

And there came one who spent the night with a wounded heart.

إِن صَحَّ تَعذيبُ رَمسٍ مَن يَحُلُّ بِهِ

فَجَنِّبانِيَ مَلحوداً وَمَضروحا

If the torture of crucifixion befits anyone,

Spare me, blamed and wounded.

الوَحشُ وَالطَيرُ أَولى أَن تَنازَعَني

فَغادِراني بِظَهرِ الأَرضِ مَطروحا

The beasts and birds have more right to fight over me,

So leave me lying wounded on the earth.

شُدّا عَلَيَّ دَريساً كَي يُوارِيَني

ثُمَّ اِغدوا بِسَلامِ اللَهِ أَو روحا

Pile wood on me to cover me,

Then go in the peace of God, or like a soul.

يا نَفسِ يا طائِراً في سِجنِ مالِكِهِ

لَتُصبِحَنَّ بِحَمدِ اللَهِ مَسروحا

O soul, o bird in its owner's prison,

You will wake with the praise of God released.