كَأَنّي إِذا مُتُّ لَم أَضطَرِب

كَأَنّي إِذا مُتُّ لَم أَضطَرِب

تَزينُ المَخيلَةُ أَعطافيَة

تَزينُ المَخيلَةُ أَعطافيَة

As though, when I die, I had never moved about,

As if when I die I won't be troubled,

with pride adorning my sides,

Imagination adorns its fringes,

وَلَم أَسلُبِ البيضَ أَبدانَها

وَلَم أَسلُبِ البيضَ أَبدانَها

وَلَم يَكُن اللّهوُ مِن باليَه

وَلَم يَكُن اللّهوُ مِن باليَه

nor stripped fair-skinned women of their tunics,

And I don't strip the eggs of their bodies,

nor had pleasure ever been on my mind.

Nor was frivolity ever on my mind.