لَهفَ نَفسي وَقَليلٍ ما أُسِرُّ

لَهفَ نَفسي وَقَليلٍ ما أُسِرُّ

ما أَصابَ الناسُ مِن خَيرٍ وَشَرِّ

ما أَصابَ الناسُ مِن خَيرٍ وَشَرِّ

Alas for my soul—and little is what I conceal

My soul yearns, though little I reveal

Alas for my soul, and little is what I conceal,

Of what people have encountered of good and evil.

What good and ill to people may befall

Of the good and the evil that has befallen the people.

لَم أَرِد في الدَهرِ يَوماً حَربَهُم

لَم أَرِد في الدَهرِ يَوماً حَربَهُم

وَهُمُ الساعونَ في الشَرِ الشِمِرِّ

وَهُمُ الساعونَ في الشَرِ الشِمِرِّ

Not once in all time did I desire war against them,

Through time I've never sought to make them kneel

I never sought, throughout time, a single day of war against them,

Yet they are the ones pursuing fierce evil.

Though they in evil deeds stand straight and tall

While they are the ones striving for evil with relentless zeal.