أَصبَحتُ يا صاحِ في اِعتِلالِ

وَدَورَةَ الماءِ في فَسادِ

I've become, my friend, infirm

And the circulation of water corrupt

وَمُنتَهى الكَرَبِ إِنَّ رِزقي

يَقِلُّ وَالبَولُ في اِزدِيادِ

And the apex of distress—my sustenance

Dwindles as my urine increases