مَولايَ إِنَّ جُفونَ العَينِ قَد قَرِحَت

مِن دَمعَةٍ طالَما جادَت وَما سُفِحَت

My Master, truly the eyelids have become ulcerated

From a tear that has long flowed and yet goes unshed

فَاِنظُر بِعَينِ الرِضا مِنّي إِلى بَدَنٍ

ما فيهِ جارِحَةٌ إِلّا وَقَد جُرِحَت

So look upon me with the eye of acceptance

At a body wherein no part remains unhurt