أَسعِداني بِالدَمعِ يا عَينَيّا

أَسعِداني بِالدَمعِ يا عَينَيّا

أَسعِداني عَلَيهِ ما دُمتُ حَيّا

أَسعِداني عَلَيهِ ما دُمتُ حَيّا

Help me with tears, O my two eyes.

My eyes have brought me joy with tears,

Help me in this as long as I live.

As long as I live, may they make me happy with them.

أَنَ أَولى بِما بَكَيتُ عَلى نَف

أَنَ أَولى بِما بَكَيتُ عَلى نَف

سي مِنَ الباكِياتِ يَوماً عَلَيّا

سي مِنَ الباكِياتِ يَوماً عَلَيّا

I have more right to weep over my own—

I who wept for my soul, am more deserving

self than the women who will one day weep over me.

Than those who will one day weep for me.

نَفَسٌ لي قَدِ اِنقَضى ثُمَّ طَرفي

نَفَسٌ لي قَدِ اِنقَضى ثُمَّ طَرفي

وَهُما يَنعَيانِ نَفسي إِلَيّا

وَهُما يَنعَيانِ نَفسي إِلَيّا

A breath of mine has passed, then my glance;

A soul I had is now gone, while my eyes

And both announce my own death to me.

Mourn my soul, appealing to me.

يُشِكُ الطَرفُ وَالتَنَفُسُّ أَلّا

يُشِكُ الطَرفُ وَالتَنَفُسُّ أَلّا

يَترُكا لي مِنَ التَحَرُّكِ شَيّا

يَترُكا لي مِنَ التَحَرُّكِ شَيّا

Soon my gaze and breathing will not

My breathing and my tears almost

leave me any movement at all.

Leave me no strength remaining to move.

وَمِنَ الحَزمِ أَن أَكونَ لِنَفسي

وَمِنَ الحَزمِ أَن أَكونَ لِنَفسي

قَبلَ مَوتي فيما مَلَكتُ وَصِيّا

قَبلَ مَوتي فيما مَلَكتُ وَصِيّا

And it is prudent that I should act for myself,

And prudent it is, before my death,

before my death, as executor of what I own.

To be executor of what I own.

عَجَباً ما عَجِبتُ مِن شُحِّ نَفسي

عَجَباً ما عَجِبتُ مِن شُحِّ نَفسي

صَيَّرَتني مِلكاً لِمِلكِ يَدَيّا

صَيَّرَتني مِلكاً لِمِلكِ يَدَيّا

How greatly I marvel at my soul's miserliness!

How strange that my own soul's stinginess

It has made me a possession of what my two hands possess.

Has made me slave to what my hands possess.