1. أَصبّحتُ أَفقَرَ مَن يَروحُ وَيغتدي

    ما في يَدي من فاقتي إلاَ يَدي

    I have become the poorest of all who go out at dusk and dawn.

    In my poverty, there is nothing in my hand but my hand.

  2. في مَنزِلٍ لم يحَوِ غَيريَ قاعداً

    فمتى رَقَدتُ رَقَدتُ غيرَ مُمَدَّد

    In a dwelling that holds no one but me, seated,

    Whenever I lie down, I lie without stretching out.

  3. لَمْ يبقَ فيهِ سِوى رسومِ حَصيرةٍ

    ومخدَّةٍ كانَتْ لأُمِّ المهتَدي

    Nothing remains in it but the remnants of a mat

    And a pillow that belonged to al-Muhtadi's mother.

  4. تُلقى على طُرَّاحةٍ في حَشْوها

    قملٌ شبيهُ السمسمِ المُتَبَدِّدِ

    It is laid on a mattress, in whose stuffing

    Are lice resembling scattered sesame seeds.

  5. والبقُّ أَمثالُ الصّراصِرِ خِلقةً

    مِن مُتْهمٍ في حَشوِها أو مُنْجدِ

    And bedbugs, like cockroaches in their build,

    Some in its stuffing's Tihama, others in its Najd.

  6. يَجْعَلْنَ جِلْدي وارِماً فَتَخالُه

    من قَرْصِهِنَّ به يذوبُ الجلمدُ

    They swell my skin, until you would think

    Their bites upon it could melt solid rock.

  7. وترى بَراغيثاً بجسمي عُلِّقَتْ

    مثلَ المحاجمِ في المساءِ وفي الغَدِ

    And you see fleas fastened to my body,

    Like cupping cups, at evening and on the morrow.

  8. وكذا البعوضُ يطيرُ وهو بِريشهِ

    فمتى تمكّنَ فوقَ عرقٍ يفصُدِ

    And the mosquito, too, flies with its feathers;

    Whenever it settles over a vein, it lets blood.

  9. وَتَرى الخنافِس كالزنوجِ تصفّفَتْ

    منْ كُلِّ سوداءِ الأَديمِ وأَسودِ

    And you see beetles lined up like black Africans,

    Black-skinned females and males of every sort.

  10. وَلَرُبّما قُرِنَتْ بِجَمْعِ عَقَاربٍ

    قتالةٍ قدرَ الحمامِ الرُّكّدِ

    And often they are joined by a host of scorpions,

    Deadly, the size of resting pigeons.

  11. وَتقيمُ لي عندَ المساءِ زبانَها

    فأراهُ وهو كإصبع المتشهدِّ

    And at evening they raise their stingers at me,

    And I see each like the finger of one professing faith in prayer.

  12. هذا وَكَمْ من ناشرٍ طاوي الحشا

    يبدو شبيهَ الفتكِ المتَسرِّدِ

    All this—and many a stretching serpent, hollow-bellied,

    Looks like a killer clad in chain mail.

  13. يُبدي إذا ما انسابَ صفحةَ جَدولٍ

    عَبَثَتْ بهِ ريحُ الصّبا مُتَجعِّدِ

    When it glides, it shows the surface of a stream,

    Wrinkled where the east wind has played upon it.

  14. والفارُ يَرْكضُ كالخيولِ تَسابُقاً

    من كُلِّ جَرداءِ الأَديمِ وأجرَدِ

    And the mice run like horses racing one another,

    Bare-skinned females and males of every sort.

  15. يأكُلنَ أَخشابَ السّقوفِ كمثلِ فا

    راتِ النِّجارةِ إذْ تُحَكُّ بمِبْرَدِ

    They gnaw the ceiling timbers, like the planes

    Of carpenters when scraped with a file.

  16. وكأنَّ نسجَ العنكبوتِ وَبَيْتَه

    شَعْرِيّةٌ من فَوْقِ مُقْلَةِ أرمَدِ

    And the spider's weaving and its web seem

    A mesh veil over an inflamed eye.

  17. وكذاكَ للحِرذَونِ صَوْتٌ مثلُهُ

    في مَسْمَعي صوتُ الزِّنادِ المُصْلَدِ

    The lizard, too, has a voice whose like

    To my ear is the sound of a fire-striker that will not spark.

  18. وإذا رأى الخُفّاشُ ضوءَ ذُبالةِ

    عندي أَضرَّ بِضَوئها المتَوَقِّدِ

    And when the bat sees the light of a wick

    Beside me, it spoils the wick's blazing light.

  19. وكأنّما الزنبورُ أُلبِسَ حُلّةً

    مُوشِيّةً أعلامُها بالعَسْجدِ

    And the wasp seems to have been clothed in a robe,

    Embroidered, its bands worked in gold.

  20. مُتَرَنِّمٌ بينَ الذُّبابِ مُغَرِّدٌ

    لا كانَ منْ مُتَرَنِّمٍ وَمُغَرِّدِ

    Humming among the flies, warbling—

    May such a hummer and warbler never exist!

  21. حَشَراتُ بيتٍ لو تَلَقّتْ عَسْكراً

    ولّى على الأَعقابِ غيرَ مُرَدَّدِ

    The vermin of a house—were they to face an army,

    It would turn tail, never to be brought back.

  22. هذا ولي ثوبٌ تَراهُ مُرَقّعاً

    منْ كُلِّ لَونٍ مثل ريشِ الهُدْهدِ

    All this—and I have a garment you see patched

    In every color, like a hoopoe's feathers.

  23. لولا الشّقاوة ما وُلِدْتُ وَلَيتني

    إذْ كانَ حظِّي هكذا لم أولَد

    But for misery, I would not have been born; and I wish,

    Since this was my lot, that I had never been born.

  24. ولكيفَ أرضى بالحياة وَهمّتي

    تسمو وَحَظِّي في الحضيضِ الأَوهدِ

    And how can I be content with life, when my ambition

    Soars, while my fortune lies in the lowest depths?

  25. وأرى السّعادةَ قد أُحِلّتْ مَعْشراً

    رَبتَ العُلا لا بالنُّهى والسؤددِ

    And I see good fortune place a company of people

    In lofty ranks, not through wisdom or nobility.