أَيُّ داءٍ يشفُّهُ أَيُّ داءِ

يا إِلهي يا مُنقِذَ الأَبرِياءِ

What ailment can be cured, what ailment

My God, savior of the innocent

أَيُّ داءٍ يشفُّهُ فَعَلى عَينَي

هِ طَيفٌ ذو جَبهَةٍ سَوداءِ

What ailment can be cured when before my eyes

Is a specter with a dark complexion

كُلُّ لَيلٍ يَمُرُّ يَسلُبُ مِنهُ

زَهراتٍ تَعهَّدَتها دِمائي

Each night that passes robs me

Of blooms nurtured by my blood

قيلَ لي إِنَّهُ سَيَشفى وَلكِن

مُقلَتاهُ تَوارَتا في غِشاءِ

I was told he would be cured but

His eyelids disappeared behind a veil

في غِشاءٍ يشفُّ عَن بَعضِ روحٍ

لَيسَ فيهِ لِلأُمِّ بَعضُ رجاءِ

Behind a veil revealing some spirit

In which there is no hope left for a mother

لَونُهُ أَمسِ غَيره اليَومَ إِنَّ ال

داءِ يَمحو عَنهُ جَمالَ الفَتاءِ

His color changed from yesterday, illness

Erases from him the beauty of youth

ربِّ رُحماكَ لا تُذلَّ فُؤادي

بِحَبيبي وَلا تَجهَّم مَسائي

Lord, your mercy, do not humiliate my heart

With my beloved or make my evenings hellish

ربِّ لا تضرب الحَزينَةَ بِالثَك

لِ وَلا تَبلني بِهذا البَلاءِ

Lord, do not strike the sorrowful one with disdain

Or afflict me with this tribulation

لا تَدَعني يا رَبُّ أَحمل أَوجا

عي أَمامَ الباقينَ من أَبنائي

Do not let me, oh Lord, bear my worries

Before my remaining children

لا تلطِّخ بِاليَاسِ بيض شعوري

يا عزاءَ الأمومَةِ البَيضاءِ

Do not stain with despair the whiteness of my thoughts

Oh comfort of radiant motherhood

وَأَصاخَت حيناً لِتَسمَعَ صَوت اللَ

هِ وَاللَهُ معرِضٌ في السَماءِ

She sobbed for a time to hear God's voice

But God remains indifferent in the heavens

فَكَأَنَّ السَما بناءُ نحاسٍ

وَكَأَنَّ الظَلامَ عرشُ قَضاءِ

As if the heavens were a structure of brass

And as if the darkness was the throne of fate

وَكَأَنَّ النُجومَ في شُرفَةِ اللَي

لِ شموعُ الأَكفانِ لِلأَحياءِ

And as if the stars in the mantle of night

Were shrouds candles for the living

وَعيونُ المَريضِ تَزدادُ نَزعاً

كُلَّما اِزدادَ روحه في الضياءِ

And the eyes of the patient grow more restless

As his soul gains more radiance