مَتى أَنا لِلدارِ المُريحَةِ ظاعِنٌ

فَقَد طالَ في دارِ العَناءِ مُقامي

When will I return to the abode of rest

For long has been my sojourn in the abode of toil,

وَقَد ذُقتُها ما بَينَ شَهدٍ وَعَلقَمٍ

وَجَرَّبتُها مِن صَحَّةٍ وَسَقامِ

And I have tasted it - its sweets and bitters both,

In health and sickness utterly its ways have proved.