نَافَقتُ دَهرِي فَوجهي ضَاحكٌ جَذِلٌ

نَافَقتُ دَهرِي فَوجهي ضَاحكٌ جَذِلٌ

طَلْقٌ وقَلبِي كَئِيبٌ مُكْمَدٌ باكي

طَلْقٌ وقَلبِي كَئِيبٌ مُكْمَدٌ باكي

I have dissembled with my times, so my face is smiling and joyful,

I lived a life of pretense with a timid, smiling face

Bright, while my heart is sorrowful, grief-stricken, and weeping.

While inside, my sad heart wept in sorrow's embrace

وراحةٌ القلب في الشّكْوَى ولَذَّتُها

وراحةٌ القلب في الشّكْوَى ولَذَّتُها

لَو أمكَنَتْ لاَ تُساوي ذلّةَ الشّاكي

لَو أمكَنَتْ لاَ تُساوي ذلّةَ الشّاكي

And the heart's comfort in complaint, and its pleasure,

My heart finds solace in lament, though it's seen as disgrace

Even if attainable, are not worth the humiliation of the one who complains.

No comfort or joy can match the relief tears erase