أُريهِ وَجْهَ مُبْتَسِمِ

وَأُخْفِي فِي الحَشَى ضَرَمِي

I show him a smiling face

And hide my pain within

وَبِي أَضْعَافُ مَا يَشْكُو

مِنَ الْبُرَحَاءِ وَالسَّقَمِ

And I have much more

Than his complaints of illness and discomfort

إِذَا حَوَّلْتُ عَنْهُ نَوَا

ظِرِي رُدَّتْ إِلَى الظُّلْمِ

When I turn away,

My sight returns to darkness

وَخُيِّلَتِ الحَقَائِقُ لِي

كَأَشْبَاحٍ بِعَيْنِ عَمِي

And realities seem to me

Like ghosts in a blind eye

يُهَادِنُهُ الضَّنَى فَيَنَا

مُ أَحْيَاناً وَلَمْ أَنَمِ

Grief keeps him company, so he sleeps

Sometimes, while I never sleep

أقُولُ لأُمِّهِ فِي اليَأْ

سِ إنَّ اللهَ ذُو كَرَمِ

I say to his mother in despair

That God is most generous

وَأَعْلَمُ أَنَّهَا نَسَمٌ

تُعَدُّ عَلَيْهِ فِي النَّسَمِ

And I know that she is a breeze

Counting breaths over him in the breeze