أرى الدهر مختاراً لقصدي بِجَوْرِهِ

أرى الدهر مختاراً لقصدي بِجَوْرِهِ

مُصراً على حَرْبِي وطولِ عُقوقي

مُصراً على حَرْبِي وطولِ عُقوقي

I see Time choosing to target me with its injustice,

I see fate choosing to wrong me

persisting in war against me and prolonging its mistreatment of me.

Insistent on warring against me and prolonging my suffering

إذا ساءني في مهجتي كَرَّ مُتْلفاً

إذا ساءني في مهجتي كَرَّ مُتْلفاً

لِحظِّي وأحوالي بكلّ طريق

لِحظِّي وأحوالي بكلّ طريق

When it pains my very soul, it charges again, laying waste

If it saddens me, it suddenly becomes gentle

to my fortune and my circumstances by every means.

Teasing my senses and moods in every way

وإن روّحتني حادثات خطوبه

وإن روّحتني حادثات خطوبه

دهتني بِإلْفٍ أو بضرّ صديق

دهتني بِإلْفٍ أو بضرّ صديق

And if its strokes of misfortune grant me respite,

And if its tribulations give me relief

they afflict me through a loved one or through harm to a friend.

It bewilders me with charm or a friend's harm

ونُبِّئْتُ أن الشكو عادك عِيدُه

ونُبِّئْتُ أن الشكو عادك عِيدُه

بموجِع آلامٍ وشدةٍ ضِيقِ

بموجِع آلامٍ وشدةٍ ضِيقِ

And I was told that illness had visited you anew,

And I'm told that grief will repeat

with agonizing pains and intense distress.

With agonizing pain and tight constraint

فلا وجلالِ اللهِ ما بِتُّ وادِعاً

فلا وجلالِ اللهِ ما بِتُّ وادِعاً

ولا ساغ لي مذ صحَّ شَكْوُك رِيقي

ولا ساغ لي مذ صحَّ شَكْوُك رِيقي

No, by God's majesty, I have not spent a night at ease,

By God's glory, I will not reconcile

nor has my saliva gone down easily since your illness was confirmed.

Nor does lamenting your complaint please me

ولو صار حكمي في جوامع صحّتي

ولو صار حكمي في جوامع صحّتي

أَعَرْتك منها حِصّتي وحقوقي

أَعَرْتك منها حِصّتي وحقوقي

And if the whole of my health were mine to command,

And if the rule of my wellbeing were mine

I would lend you my share of it and my rights to it,

I would gift you my share and rights

لِتَغْدُو مُفِيقاً سالماً بإفاقتي

لِتَغْدُو مُفِيقاً سالماً بإفاقتي

وأُصبِح من شكواك غير مُفِيقِ

وأُصبِح من شكواك غير مُفِيقِ

so you might recover, safe and sound, through my recovery,

So you awake, safe with my awakening

and I would be left unrecovered from your illness.

And from your plaints I awake no more

كفانيَ فيك الله ما أنا مُتّقٍ

كفانيَ فيك الله ما أنا مُتّقٍ

عليك من البأساءِ كُلَّ شروقِ

عليك من البأساءِ كُلَّ شروقِ

May God spare me, on your account, what I dread:

God has sufficed me, I'm God-fearing

affliction befalling you at every sunrise.

Of all your sunrises of woes