سيوف اجفانه المرضى سفكن دمى

سيوف اجفانه المرضى سفكن دمى

ولم يطق دفعها حيلى ولا حيلي

ولم يطق دفعها حيلى ولا حيلي

The swords of his ailing eyelids shed my blood.

His sick swords shed my blood

And neither my strength nor my stratagems could ward them off.

And my schemes could not repel them, nor my tricks

لولا السقام الذي فيها لما فتكت

لولا السقام الذي فيها لما فتكت

وربما صحت الأجسام بالعلل

وربما صحت الأجسام بالعلل

Were it not for the sickness within them, they would not have struck fatally.

Were it not for the ailment in them, they would not have wreaked havoc

And sometimes bodies grow healthy through ailments.

And perhaps bodies recover with maladies