أَراني في الثَلاثَةِ مِن سُجوني

أَراني في الثَلاثَةِ مِن سُجوني

فَلا تَسأَل عَنِ الخَبَرِ النَبيثِ

فَلا تَسأَل عَنِ الخَبَرِ النَبيثِ

I find myself in three of my prisons;

I see myself in the third of my prisons

So do not ask about the tale laid bare:

So ask not for the woeful news

لِفَقدِيَ ناظِري وَلُزومِ بَيتي

لِفَقدِيَ ناظِري وَلُزومِ بَيتي

وَكَونِ النَفسِ في الجَسَدِ الخَبيثِ

وَكَونِ النَفسِ في الجَسَدِ الخَبيثِ

For my loss of sight and my keeping to my home,

Of losing my companion and staying home

And the soul's being in the vile body.

With a wretched soul in a wretched body