جَرَّدَ اللحظَ فكَمْ في كَبِدِي

جَرَّدَ اللحظَ فكَمْ في كَبِدِي

وُفُؤَادِي منهُ جُرْحٌ ما اندمَلْ

وُفُؤَادِي منهُ جُرْحٌ ما اندمَلْ

He unsheathed his glance—how many a wound in my liver

He drew the moment so how much in my liver

And my heart, from him, has never healed!

And my heart is from it a wound that did not heal

وَجَرَى دَمعي دَماً نَصَّ على

وَجَرَى دَمعي دَماً نَصَّ على

أَنّني مِن بَعْضِ قَتْلاهُ وَدَلْ

أَنّني مِن بَعْضِ قَتْلاهُ وَدَلْ

And my tears flowed as blood, declaring plainly

And my tears flowed blood, testified on

That I am among his slain, and bearing witness.

That I am from some of his murders and showed

وَأَتى يُكْثِرُ عَذْلي لائمِي

وَأَتى يُكْثِرُ عَذْلي لائمِي

قُلْتُ دَعْني سَبَقَ السَّيْفُ العَذَلْ

قُلْتُ دَعْني سَبَقَ السَّيْفُ العَذَلْ

And my reproacher came, heaping blame upon me.

And he came blaming me frequently

I said, “Leave me—the sword has outstripped reproach.”

I said leave me, the sword preceded the blaming