وَيَومَ سَمُومٍ خِلْتُ أَنَّ نَسِيَمهُ

وَيَومَ سَمُومٍ خِلْتُ أَنَّ نَسِيَمهُ

ذَواتُ سُمُومٍ لِلقلوبِ لَوَاذِغُ

ذَواتُ سُمُومٍ لِلقلوبِ لَوَاذِغُ

And on a day of scorching wind, I imagined its breeze

And on a poisonous day, I thought its breeze

Was venomous creatures stinging hearts.

Was a cure for hearts, a soothing balm.

ظَلَلْتُ بهِ أشكُو مُعَالَجَةَ الصَّدَى

ظَلَلْتُ بهِ أشكُو مُعَالَجَةَ الصَّدَى

وَكُوزِي مَلآنٌ وَمائيَ فَارِغُ

وَكُوزِي مَلآنٌ وَمائيَ فَارِغُ

All that day I complained of battling thirst,

I complained to it of the harshness of Fate;

While my jug was full and my water empty.

My glass was full, but life was parched.