وَإِنِّي لِلزَّمانِ لَذُو نِضالٍ

وَإِنِّي لِلزَّمانِ لَذُو نِضالٍ

فَبِي مِنْ حَدِّ أَسْهُمِهِ كُلُومُ

فَبِي مِنْ حَدِّ أَسْهُمِهِ كُلُومُ

And indeed I do battle with time,

I am one who struggles with fate,

for I bear wounds from the sharp points of its arrows.

Wounded by its arrows at every turn.

وَسَلاَنِي عَنِ الأَحْبابِ دَهْرٌ

وَسَلاَنِي عَنِ الأَحْبابِ دَهْرٌ

يَضِيمُ الْحُرَّ حادِثُهُ الْغَشُومُ

يَضِيمُ الْحُرَّ حادِثُهُ الْغَشُومُ

And time has made me forget my loved ones,

Time asks about past friends,

whose ruthless calamities oppress the freeborn.

Cruel is its nature, gloomy its events.

فَقَدْ أَصْبَحْتُ لا تُجْرِي دُمُوعِي الطُّ

فَقَدْ أَصْبَحْتُ لا تُجْرِي دُمُوعِي الطُّ

لُولُ وَلا تُهَيِّجُنِي الرُّسُومُ

لُولُ وَلا تُهَيِّجُنِي الرُّسُومُ

So now my tears are no longer drawn by the ruined

Now my tears flow not from my eyes,

campsites, nor do the traces stir me.

Nor can traditions stir my soul.