تَمَكَّنت مِن نَفسي فَأَزمَعت قَتلَها

تَمَكَّنت مِن نَفسي فَأَزمَعت قَتلَها

وَأَنتَ رَضِيُّ البالِ وَالنَّفس تَذهَبُ

وَأَنتَ رَضِيُّ البالِ وَالنَّفس تَذهَبُ

You gained mastery over my soul and resolved to kill it,

I gained power over myself, so I intended to kill it

While you are at ease and my soul slips away.

While you are pleased with fate and the soul departs

كَعُصفورَةٍ في كَفِّ طِفلٍ يَسومُها

كَعُصفورَةٍ في كَفِّ طِفلٍ يَسومُها

ورودُ حِياضِ المَوتِ وَالطِّفل يَلعَبُ

ورودُ حِياضِ المَوتِ وَالطِّفل يَلعَبُ

Like a sparrow in the palm of a child who forces it

Like a bird in the palm of a child who torments it

To enter the pools of death, while the child plays.

The roses of death's garden, and the child plays

فَلا الطِّفلُ يَدري ما يَسومُ بِكَفِّهِ

فَلا الطِّفلُ يَدري ما يَسومُ بِكَفِّهِ

وَفي كَفِّهِ عُصفورَة تَتَضَرَّبُ

وَفي كَفِّهِ عُصفورَة تَتَضَرَّبُ

The child does not know what he inflicts with his palm,

So neither does the child know what he torments in his palm

And in his palm a sparrow struggles.

And in his palm a bird struggles