أَلا ساعَةٌ يَمْحو بِها الدَّهْرُ ذَنْبِهُ

أَلا ساعَةٌ يَمْحو بِها الدَّهْرُ ذَنْبِهُ

فَقَدْ طالَ ما أَشْكُو وَما أَتَبَرَّمُ

فَقَدْ طالَ ما أَشْكُو وَما أَتَبَرَّمُ

Is there no hour in which Time might erase its sin?

Oh hour, that would erase all wrong with it

For long have I complained and fretted.

My lament has gone on too long, my sighs mount ceaselessly

فَلَمْ أَرَ مِثْلي بَيْنَ عَيْنَيْهِ جَنَّةٌ

فَلَمْ أَرَ مِثْلي بَيْنَ عَيْنَيْهِ جَنَّةٌ

وَبَيْنَ حَشاهُ والتَّراقي جَهَنَّمُ

وَبَيْنَ حَشاهُ والتَّراقي جَهَنَّمُ

For I have seen no one like me: Paradise before his eyes,

Yet I have never seen one like me with paradise in his eyes

And Hell between his heart and collarbones.

And hellfire in his thoughts, a precarious contrast