بَرِئْتُ لِلَّهِ مِنْ حَوْلِي وَمِنْ حِيَلِي

إِنْ نَامَ عَنِّي وَلِيٌّ فَهْوَ خَيْرُ وَلِي

I disavow all around me and all my tricks,

If my patron sleeps, he is the best patron.

أَصْبَحْتُ مَا لِي مِنْ عَطْفٍ أُؤَمِّلُهُ

مِنْ غَيْرِهِ فِي مُهِمَّاتِ وَلاَ بَدَلِ

I have no one now from whom I hope for kindness

Other than Him in my concerns and no substitute.

مَا كُنْتُ أَحْسَبُ أَنْ أُرْمَى بِقَاصِيَةٍ

لِلْهَجْرِ أَقْطَعُ فِيهَا جَانِبَ الْمَلَلِ

I never thought I would be flung into desolation,

Where I endure the far side of boredom.

مِنْ بَعْدِ مَا خَلَصَتْ نَحْوِي الشَّفَاعَةُ مَا

بَيْنَ الْفَلاَ وَالدُّجَى وَالْبِيضِ وَالأَسَلِ

After mediation worked for me, what's between

Dawn, twilight, white and night is not fulfilled.

إِنْ كُنْتُ لَسْتُ بِأَهِلِ لِلَّذِي طَمَحَتْ

إِلَيْهِ نَفْسِي وَأَهْوَى نَحْوهُ أَمَلِي

If I'm not suited for what my soul desired

And yearned for in hope, how can it be attained

فَكَيْفَ يُلْفَى وَلاَ تُرْعَى وَسِيلَتُهُ

دَخِيلُ قَبْرِ أَمِير الْمُؤْمِنِينَ عَلِي

Without regard for access to the tomb of the Prince

Of the Faithful, Ali? After my state with him was renowned

مِنْ بَعْدِ مَا اشْتَهَرَتْ حَالِي بِهِ وَسَرَتْ

بِهَا الرَّكَائِبُ فِي سَهْلٍ وَفِي جَبَلِ

And the messengers spread it on flatland and hill,

The results of which are clear when pondered

وَالرُّسْلُ تَتْرَى وَلاَ تَخْفَى نَتَائِجُها

عِنْدَ التَّأَمُّلِ مِنْ قَوْلٍ وَلاَ عَمَلِ

In word or deed. I have no dawn to look to

As though my worries stretched the darkness for me.

وَلاَ لِليْلِيَ مِنْ صُبْحٍ أُطَالِعُهُ

كَأَنَّ هَمِّيَ قَدْ مَدَّ الدُّجُنَّةَ لِي

If only I had joined hands with Marzuq's son,

And he were the arbiter among the best of states,

لَوْ أَنَّنِي بِابْنِ مَرْزُوقٍ عَقَدْتُ يَدِي

وكان محتكماً في خيرة الدوّل

My distress would have led to relief

And my sorrow would have expired from emaciation.

لكان كربي قد أفضى إلى فرجي

وَكَانَ حُزْنِيَ قَدْ أَوْفَى عَلَى جَذَلِ

I blamed - I did not beware its pitfalls –

I who am drowning, so why would I fear getting wet?

أَلْمَمْتُ بِالْعَتْبِ لَمْ أَحْذَرْ مَوَاقِعَهُ

أَنَا الْغَرِيقُ فَمَا خَوْفِي مِنَ الْبَلَلِ

I'm not ungrateful for the blessings I was given,

But the soul cannot desist from hope.

وَلَسْتُ أَجْحَدُ مَا خُوِّلْتُ مِنْ نِعَمٍ

لَكِنَّهَا النَّفْسُ لاَ تَنْفَكُّ عَنْ أَمَلِ

I do not despair of a promise made to me,

For man was created of haste.

وَلَسْتُ أَيْأَسُ مِنْ وَعْدٍ وُعِدْتُ بِهِ

وَإنَّمَا خُلِقَ الإنْسَانُ مِنْ عَجَلِ