توغلتُ فيما لستَ مبديه جاهداً

توغلتُ فيما لستَ مبديه جاهداً

ولذَّتْ لي الشكوى وحاقَ بها الصمْت

ولذَّتْ لي الشكوى وحاقَ بها الصمْت

I delved earnestly into what you do not reveal.

I delved deeply into what you did not initiate, striving,

And complaint grew sweet to me, and silence enveloped it.

And complaining became sweet to me, followed by silence.

فمن أين لي خل أُواري بقلبه

فمن أين لي خل أُواري بقلبه

لدى الدهر ميتاً في ضميري له خَفْتُ

لدى الدهر ميتاً في ضميري له خَفْتُ

So where can I find a friend in whose heart I may bury

So from where can I find a bosom friend

before Time, a dead one whose faint murmur is within my soul?

To confide in this world, though he is dead in my conscience, and I am apprehensive?