بقيَّتي هي بين الشوق والأرقِ

بقيَّتي هي بين الشوق والأرقِ

حشاً تذوب وجفنٌ غير منطبق

حشاً تذوب وجفنٌ غير منطبق

What remains of me lies between longing and sleeplessness:

My remnants are between yearning and sleeplessness

A melting heart, and an eyelid that will not close.

A burning love and an eye unable to close

قد لوَّن الدهرُ دمعي في تلوّنه

قد لوَّن الدهرُ دمعي في تلوّنه

فانهلَّ من أحمر قانِ ومن يقق

فانهلَّ من أحمر قانِ ومن يقق

Time has dyed my tears with its changing hues,

Time has colored my tears in its changing

So they streamed down, some deep crimson and some pure white.

So it flows from red blood and from oozing pus

وقيّدتني عن شأوِ حوادثه

وقيّدتني عن شأوِ حوادثه

وقلنَ دونك والغايات فاستبق

وقلنَ دونك والغايات فاستبق

And its calamities fettered me, keeping me from the race,

And it has shackled me from the affairs of its events

And they said, 'The goals lie before you—race for them!'

And the goals are below you, so take the lead

فكيف يسبقُ مَن كانَ الزمان لهُ

فكيف يسبقُ مَن كانَ الزمان لهُ

قيداً يجاذبه عن رسنه الغلق

قيداً يجاذبه عن رسنه الغلق

How, then, can one outstrip others when time has become for him

So how can one who was shackled by time

A fetter that tugs him back by his tightly bound halter?

With fetters pulling him away from its padlock take the lead

يا مَن تعوِّذُه في كلِّ شارقةٍ

يا مَن تعوِّذُه في كلِّ شارقةٍ

أمُّ السماح بربِّ الناس والفلق

أمُّ السماح بربِّ الناس والفلق

O you whom, at every sunrise,

O you who seek protection in every shining star

The mother of generosity entrusts to the Lord of mankind and daybreak for protection,

The Mother of Permissiveness, the Lord of mankind and daybreak

عذراً فداؤك في طرقِ الندى فئةً

عذراً فداؤك في طرقِ الندى فئةً

أرى المكارمَ فيهم وحشة الطرق

أرى المكارمَ فيهم وحشة الطرق

Pardon—may I be your ransom—a company on the paths of bounty,

Sorry, your ransom in the paths of dew, a group

Among whom I see noble deeds, their paths deserted.

I see generosity in them and the barrenness of the roads

ما أبطأتْ عنكَ لا صدًّا ولا مللاً

ما أبطأتْ عنكَ لا صدًّا ولا مللاً

آيات شوقٍ ولا الإعراض من خلقي

آيات شوقٍ ولا الإعراض من خلقي

Neither aversion nor weariness delayed their coming to you—

My tardiness from you is neither from resentment nor boredom

These signs of longing; nor is turning away in my nature.

Signs of longing, and refusal is not in my nature

وكيف أغفلُ حقًّا أنت صاحبه

وكيف أغفلُ حقًّا أنت صاحبه

وكانَ ذلك فرضاً لازماً عنقي

وكانَ ذلك فرضاً لازماً عنقي

And how could I neglect a right that belongs to you,

And how can I neglect a right of which you are worthy

When it is an obligation binding upon my neck?

When that was an inescapable duty upon my neck