مَن لي بِمَوتٍ يُريحُ قَلبي

مَن لي بِمَوتٍ يُريحُ قَلبي

مِن حادِثِ الدَهرِ وَالدَوائِر

مِن حادِثِ الدَهرِ وَالدَوائِر

Who will grant me a death that eases my heart

Who will grant me a death to soothe my heart

From time’s calamity and the reversals of fortune?

From the blows of fate and constant turns

وأخَجلَتا مِن وِدادِ خِلٍّ

وأخَجلَتا مِن وِدادِ خِلٍّ

لَستُ عَلى نَفعِهِ بِقادِر

لَستُ عَلى نَفعِهِ بِقادِر

And oh, my shame at the affection of a dear friend

Though bashful of a friend's love, still I sought

Whom I am unable to help.

Yet bringing benefit to him, powerless I wrought