دجا ليلُ همي واكفهرت بشاشتي

دجا ليلُ همي واكفهرت بشاشتي

ورْحتُ بحالي واجماً أيَّ واجمِ

ورْحتُ بحالي واجماً أيَّ واجمِ

The night of my sorrow grew dark, and my cheerfulness clouded over.

The night grew long with my worries and dimmed my cheer,

And in my plight I became downcast—utterly downcast.

So I set out alone, in fear, in fear.

فلما ذكرتُ الأجْرَ فيما لقيتُهُ

فلما ذكرتُ الأجْرَ فيما لقيتُهُ

تبلَّجتُ حتى كدتُ أشكر ظالمي

تبلَّجتُ حتى كدتُ أشكر ظالمي

Then, when I recalled the reward for what I had suffered,

When I recalled the wage for all that I went through,

I brightened so much that I almost thanked my oppressor.

I brightened up, and nearly thanked my oppressor.