لَوْ كنتُ في ريْمانَ لسْتُ ببارحٍ

لَوْ كنتُ في ريْمانَ لسْتُ ببارحٍ

أبداً وسُدَّ خَصاصُهُ بالطّينِ

أبداً وسُدَّ خَصاصُهُ بالطّينِ

Were I in Rayman, not departing

Had I been in a Raiman, I would never leave

ever, with its openings sealed with clay,

And its cleft is sealed with mud

لي في ذُراهُ مآكلٌ ومشارِبٌ

لي في ذُراهُ مآكلٌ ومشارِبٌ

جاءَتْ إليَّ مَنيَّتي تبغيني

جاءَتْ إليَّ مَنيَّتي تبغيني

with food and drink for me upon its heights,

In its seeds are my food and drink

my death would come to me, seeking me.

My wishes came to me, seeking me

وَلقدْ مررْتُ على اللّئيمِ يسبُّني

وَلقدْ مررْتُ على اللّئيمِ يسبُّني

فمضيْتُ ثُمَّت قُلْتُ لا يعْنينِي

فمضيْتُ ثُمَّت قُلْتُ لا يعْنينِي

And indeed, I passed a base man cursing me;

And I certainly passed by the wicked one cursing me

so I went on, then said, “He does not mean me.”

So I went on, then said: it does not concern me

غَضْبانَ ممتلئاً عليَّ إهابهُ

غَضْبانَ ممتلئاً عليَّ إهابهُ

إنّي وربِّكَ سُخْطُهُ يرْضيني

إنّي وربِّكَ سُخْطُهُ يرْضيني

Enraged, his skin brimming with anger against me—

Angry, filled with hatred towards me

indeed, by your Lord, his displeasure pleases me.

By your Lord, his anger satisfies me

يا رُبَّ نِكْسٍ إنْ أتتْهُ منيَّتي

يا رُبَّ نِكْسٍ إنْ أتتْهُ منيَّتي

فرِحٍ وخِرْقٍ إنْ هَلَكْتُ حزينُ

فرِحٍ وخِرْقٍ إنْ هَلَكْتُ حزينُ

Ah, many a base man, if word of my death reaches him,

O Lord, failure, if my wish comes to him

rejoices; and many a generous man, if I perish, grieves.

Happy and torn, if I die sorrowful