عَاقَدَتني يَدُ الزَّمانِ بِصَرفٍ

عَاقَدَتني يَدُ الزَّمانِ بِصَرفٍ

صَرفَتهُ يَداكَ بالأمسِ عَنِّي

صَرفَتهُ يَداكَ بالأمسِ عَنِّي

The hand of time bound me to a misfortune

The hand of fate bound me yesterday

that your two hands turned away from me yesterday;

Your hand diverted it from me the day before

فَلهذا أريقُ في كلِّ وَجهٍ

فَلهذا أريقُ في كلِّ وَجهٍ

ماءَ وَجهي كأنَّه ليسَ مِنِّي

ماءَ وَجهي كأنَّه ليسَ مِنِّي

so for this I pour out before every face

So for this reason does my face shed

the water of my face—my dignity—as though it were not mine.

Tears as though they were not mine