وَما زالَ أَخذُ المَوتِ أَهلي وَجيرَتي

وَما زالَ أَخذُ المَوتِ أَهلي وَجيرَتي

يُحَدِّثُ عَنّي إِن سَيَأتي عَلى نَفسي

يُحَدِّثُ عَنّي إِن سَيَأتي عَلى نَفسي

Death's taking of my family and neighbors keeps

Death keeps taking my family and neighbors,

Foretelling my fate: it will come for my own soul.

Reminding me that I too will pass away.

فَقَد صِرتُ مَحمولاً عَلى المَوتِ مُكرَهاً

فَقَد صِرتُ مَحمولاً عَلى المَوتِ مُكرَهاً

وَإِن حُثَّتِ الكاساتُ طالَ لَها حَبسي

وَإِن حُثَّتِ الكاساتُ طالَ لَها حَبسي

So I have come to be borne toward death against my will,

I have come to accept death though against my will,

And though the cups are hurried along, my captivity to them is long.

And though cups are passed my way, my time is brief.