مُتعَبٌ قلبي فأَرخي الهُدُبا

علَّها تنسي حشايَ التَّعَبا

My heart is weary, so I let down the worries,

Perhaps they would make me forget the toil of distress,

هدَّتِ الخيباتُ عزفي زمنًا

فغدا ينزفُ حزني طربا

Disappointments have long troubled my chords,

So my sorrow began to bleed passionately,

أبعدي عُتباكِ عني شَبِعَت

مِن صُحون اللومِ روحي عتبا

Keep your blame away from me, I've had enough

Of plates of blame, my soul is full of reproach