أَركَنتُ لِلدُنيا وَكُن

أَركَنتُ لِلدُنيا وَكُن

تُ الصَعبَ دونَ لِجامه

تُ الصَعبَ دونَ لِجامه

I yielded to the world, though I had

I leaned toward worldly life, and was

I leaned towards this life though it was bitter without its chalice

I leaned upon the world, and I was

been the untamed steed, with no bridle to rein me;

the unruly steed without its bridle.

And I drank the cups of sorrow, sipping lightly from its chalice

The intractable steed without a bridle,

وَشَرِبتُ كاساتِ الأَسى

وَشَرِبتُ كاساتِ الأَسى

شُربَ التَريفِ لِجامه

شُربَ التَريفِ لِجامه

and I drank cups of sorrow

And I drank cups of sorrow

And I drank from the cups of sorrow,

as a pampered steed swallows its bit.

as a pampered man drinks from his goblet.

As the spirited horse drinks of its bit.