كَراسيكِ ضَربٌ وَالبِساطُ تُرابُ

كَراسيكِ ضَربٌ وَالبِساطُ تُرابُ

وَبَيتَكَ يُبسٌ وَالنِدامُ عِقابُ

وَبَيتَكَ يُبسٌ وَالنِدامُ عِقابُ

Your chairs are a beating, and the carpet is dust;

Your couches are beaten and the carpet is dust

and your house is dryness, and the boon companions are punishment.

And your home is withered and regret is torment

فَلا تَطمَعَن مِن عَذبِ قُربى بِشَربَةٍ

فَلا تَطمَعَن مِن عَذبِ قُربى بِشَربَةٍ

فَقُربُكَ لِلظامي إِلَيهِ سَرابُ

فَقُربُكَ لِلظامي إِلَيهِ سَرابُ

So do not hope for a draught of the sweet waters of my closeness,

So do not covet sweet proximity in drinking

for your closeness is a mirage to one thirsting for it.

For your proximity to the thirsty is a mirage

فَما طَلَعَت مُذ كُنتَ شَمسُ زِيارَتي

فَما طَلَعَت مُذ كُنتَ شَمسُ زِيارَتي

عَلى وَطَنٍ لِلبُخلِ فيهِ ضَبابُ

عَلى وَطَنٍ لِلبُخلِ فيهِ ضَبابُ

For since you came to be, the sun of my visits has never risen

No sun has risen since you were the sun of my visit

over a dwelling where miserliness has its fog.

Upon a homeland where miserliness is mist