هُمومي أَراها اليَومَ مِن أَمسِها أَسمى

هُمومي أَراها اليَومَ مِن أَمسِها أَسمى

فَلا يَذكُرِ العُذّالُ هِنداً وَلا أَسما

فَلا يَذكُرِ العُذّالُ هِنداً وَلا أَسما

I see my worries greater today than yesterday.

My worries today seem higher than yesterday's

So let the reproachers mention neither Hind nor Asma.

So let not the blamer mention India or names

وَما كُنتُ أَيّامَ الشَبابِ بِجاهِلٍ

وَما كُنتُ أَيّامَ الشَبابِ بِجاهِلٍ

وَلَكِن يَومَ الشَيبِ قَد زادَني عِلما

وَلَكِن يَومَ الشَيبِ قَد زادَني عِلما

And I was not ignorant in the days of youth,

I was not ignorant in my youthful days

But the day of gray hair has increased my knowledge.

But in old age, knowledge has increased in me

مَضى أَمسِ عِنّي وَاِنقَضى اليَومُ بَعدَهُ

مَضى أَمسِ عِنّي وَاِنقَضى اليَومُ بَعدَهُ

وَلَيسَ غَدٌ مِنّي فَلِمْ أَحمِلُ الهَمّا

وَلَيسَ غَدٌ مِنّي فَلِمْ أَحمِلُ الهَمّا

Yesterday passed away from me, and today ended after it;

Yesterday passed from me, today vanished after it

And tomorrow is not mine, so why should I bear worry?

And tomorrow is not mine, so why do I worry?

أَما تَشبَعُ الأَيّام لَحمي عَرَقتَهُ

أَما تَشبَعُ الأَيّام لَحمي عَرَقتَهُ

عَنِ العَظمِ حَتّى تَصْدَعَ اللَحمَ وَالعَظما

عَنِ العَظمِ حَتّى تَصْدَعَ اللَحمَ وَالعَظما

Will the days not be sated with my flesh, which they have gnawed

Are not the days sated with my flesh they perspired

Off the bone, until they cleave both flesh and bone?

From the bone till they shatter both flesh and bone?

قَضى الجَورُ عَدلاً بَينَ جِسمي وَقَلبِهِ

قَضى الجَورُ عَدلاً بَينَ جِسمي وَقَلبِهِ

زَمانَ يُوَفّي ذا وَذا الهَمّ وَالسُقما

زَمانَ يُوَفّي ذا وَذا الهَمّ وَالسُقما

Injustice dealt justly between my body and its heart,

Injustice made justice between my body and heart

When it gave each its full measure of worry and sickness.

An era that gives this one and that worry and ill

وَهانَ عَلَيَّ الحادِثانِ كِلاهُما

وَهانَ عَلَيَّ الحادِثانِ كِلاهُما

فَلا أُسمِعُ الأَيامَ حَمداً وَلا ذَمّا

فَلا أُسمِعُ الأَيامَ حَمداً وَلا ذَمّا

And both afflictions have grown easy for me to bear,

And both occurrences became easy for me

So I let the days hear neither praise nor blame.

So I make the days hear no praise or blame

تَوَطَّأَ مِنّي صَخرَةً وَتَظُنُّها

تَوَطَّأَ مِنّي صَخرَةً وَتَظُنُّها

إِذا آهِ لَم أُعلِن بِها صَخرَةَ صَمّا

إِذا آهِ لَم أُعلِن بِها صَخرَةَ صَمّا

They have trodden upon a rock within me and think it—

It oppresses me like a rock and thinks

If I do not cry 'Ah!' aloud—a solid rock.

If I sigh, I will not reveal it is a deaf rock

وَما تَعرِفُ الأَيّامُ قَدري لِجَهلِها

وَما تَعرِفُ الأَيّامُ قَدري لِجَهلِها

وَإِنّي وَإِبّاها لَكالشَمسِ وَالأَعمى

وَإِنّي وَإِبّاها لَكالشَمسِ وَالأَعمى

And the days do not know my worth, because of their ignorance;

The days know not my value in their ignorance

And I and they are indeed like the sun and the blind man.

While I and they are like the sun and blind

وَكُنتُ أَرى بِالأَمسِ دَهري مُحارِباً

وَكُنتُ أَرى بِالأَمسِ دَهري مُحارِباً

إِلى أَن عَلِمتُ اليَومَ أَن كانَ لي سِلما

إِلى أَن عَلِمتُ اليَومَ أَن كانَ لي سِلما

And yesterday I thought my fate was at war with me,

I used to see my fate as an adversary

Until I learned today that it had been at peace with me.

Until today I knew it had made peace with me

وَما كانَ إِلّا ظالِماً غَيرَ أَنَّهُ

وَما كانَ إِلّا ظالِماً غَيرَ أَنَّهُ

تَفاوَتَ في يَومَيهِ إِذ زادَني ظُلما

تَفاوَتَ في يَومَيهِ إِذ زادَني ظُلما

And it was nothing but unjust, except that

It was but unjust, except that

It differed between its two days, as it dealt me still more injustice.

Its days differed, as it increased my injustice