إِذا سَرَّها أَمرٌ وَفيهِ مَسَاءَتي

إِذا سَرَّها أَمرٌ وَفيهِ مَسَاءَتي

قَضَيتُ لَها فيما تُحِبُّ عَلى نَفسي

قَضَيتُ لَها فيما تُحِبُّ عَلى نَفسي

If something pleases her but brings me sorrow,

When something pleased her though it pained me

I rule in her favor against myself in what she loves.

I let her have her way, my own desires denied

وَما مَرَّ يَومٌ أَرتَجي فيهِ راحَةً

وَما مَرَّ يَومٌ أَرتَجي فيهِ راحَةً

فَأَخبُرَهُ إِلّا بَكَيتُ عَلى أَمسِ

فَأَخبُرَهُ إِلّا بَكَيتُ عَلى أَمسِ

And no day has passed in which I hoped for ease,

No single day has passed when I have hoped for rest

but, on experiencing it, I wept for yesterday.

That telling it, I did not weep for yesterday