هيضَ عَظمي الغُداةَ إِذ صِرتُ فيهِ

هيضَ عَظمي الغُداةَ إِذ صِرتُ فيهِ

إِنَّ عَظمي قَد كانَ غَيرَ مَهيضِ

إِنَّ عَظمي قَد كانَ غَيرَ مَهيضِ

My bone was broken anew this morning when I came to be in it.

My bones were worn out when morning came

Indeed, my bone had been unbroken.

Though my bones were once unwearied

وَلَقَد كُنتُ أَنطِقُ الشِّعرَ دَهراً

وَلَقَد كُنتُ أَنطِقُ الشِّعرَ دَهراً

ثُمَّ حالَ الجَريضُ دونَ القَريضِ

ثُمَّ حالَ الجَريضُ دونَ القَريضِ

And indeed, I had long given voice to poetry.

I did compose poetry many ages long

Then choking anguish stood in the way of verse.

But sickness has hindered inspiration