ماذا سأفعلُ والآلامُ تعصِرُني

والدّهرُ حمّلني وَهْناً على وهني

What shall I do, while pains wring me,

And time loads me with weakness upon weakness?

أُخفِي الأسى ودموعُ العينِ تكشِفهُ

ماعادَ يُخفيهِ إسراري ولا علَني

I conceal my anguish, while tears of the eye reveal it,

Neither my secrecy nor openness can hide it anymore.

لطالما كان قلبي رغمَ قسْوَتهمْ

كالبَحرِ يُعطي بلا مَنٍّ ولا ثَمَنِ

For long my heart, however hardened,

Was like the sea, giving without demur or price.

بذَلْتُ روحي وأيّامي لأُسعِدَهم

ولم أجد مِنهُمُ قلباً ليُسعِدني

I gave my soul and days to make them happy,

But found no heart among them to make me happy.

حتى يدِي مسّها مِن جورهم ألَمٌ

فالكلّ ينهلُ منها ثم يهجُرُني

Until my hand, touched by their injustice, felt pain,

Then all drew from it, and deserted me.

إلى متى سوف أُعطيهمْ، كفى وجعاً

ياليتَ قلبيَ لمْ يُخلقْ ولم يَكُنِ

How long shall I give them - enough of torment!

Would that my heart was never created nor was!