نَفضْتُI shook يَدِيmy hand مِنَfrom الآمالِhopes لَمّاwhen
نَفضْتُ يَدِي مِنَ الآمالِ لَمّا
رَأَيْتُI saw زِمامَهاtheir reins بِيَدِin the hand of الْقَضاءِfate
رَأَيْتُ زِمامَها بِيَدِ الْقَضاءِ
I shook my hand free of hopes when
I shook off hopes when I saw their reins
I saw their reins in the hand of fate;
In the hands of fate.
وَماand does not تَنْفَكُّcease مَعْرِفَتِيmy knowledge بِحَظِّيof my lot
وَما تَنْفَكُّ مَعْرِفَتِي بِحَظِّي
تُرِينِيshows me الْيَأْسَdespair فيin نَفْسِthe very essence of الرَّجاءِhope
تُرِينِي الْيَأْسَ في نَفْسِ الرَّجاءِ
And my knowledge of my lot never ceases
My knowledge of my lot does not cease -
To show me despair in hope itself.
It shows me despair in the soul of hope.