وَلِي كبدٌ مَقْرُوحَةٌ مَنْ يَبيعُني

وَلِي كبدٌ مَقْرُوحَةٌ مَنْ يَبيعُني

بِهَا كَبِداً لَيْسَتْ بِذاتِ قُروحِ

بِهَا كَبِداً لَيْسَتْ بِذاتِ قُروحِ

And I have a sore-ridden liver—who will sell me

I have a wounded liver, who will buy

In exchange for it, a liver that has no sores?

It from me with a liver that has no wounds?

أَبَى النَّاسُ وَيْبَ النَّاسِ أَنْ يشْتَرُونَها

أَبَى النَّاسُ وَيْبَ النَّاسِ أَنْ يشْتَرُونَها

وَمَنْ يشْتَرِي ذا عِلَّة بِصَحيحِ

وَمَنْ يشْتَرِي ذا عِلَّة بِصَحيحِ

The people refused—woe to the people!—to buy it;

People refused and declined to buy it

And who would buy an ailing one in exchange for a healthy one?

Who would buy something defective with something sound?

أئنُّ من الشوق الذي في جوانحي

أئنُّ من الشوق الذي في جوانحي

أنينَ غصيصٍ بالشراب قريحِ

أنينَ غصيصٍ بالشراب قريحِ

I groan from the longing that is within my breast,

Do I moan from the longing in my heart

The groan of one wounded and choking on drink.

With the moaning of one choking on drink?