كَلّ لِساني عَن وَصف ما أَجد

كَلّ لِساني عَن وَصف ما أَجد

وَذُقتُ ثُكلا ما ذاقَه أَحَد

وَذُقتُ ثُكلا ما ذاقَه أَحَد

My tongue fails to describe what I feel.

My tongue fails to describe what I feel

And I have tasted bereavement no one else has tasted.

And I've tasted a grief no other has known

ما عالَجَ الحزنَ وَالحَرارَةَ في ال

ما عالَجَ الحزنَ وَالحَرارَةَ في ال

أَحشاءِ من لَم يَمت له وَلَد

أَحشاءِ من لَم يَمت له وَلَد

No one has endured grief and burning in the

None can heal the sorrow and burning inside

entrails who has not lost a child.

Save he who has lost a child of his own

فجّعتُ باِبنِيَ لَيسَ بَينَهُما

فجّعتُ باِبنِيَ لَيسَ بَينَهُما

إِلّا لَيالٍ ما بَينَها عَدَد

إِلّا لَيالٍ ما بَينَها عَدَد

I was bereaved of my two sons; nothing lay between them

I've lost two sons, and between their passings

but a few nights, scarcely worth counting.

Were but nights, whose count could be known

وَكُلّ حُزن يبلى عَلى قِدم الد

وَكُلّ حُزن يبلى عَلى قِدم الد

دَهرِ وَحُزني يُجِدّه الكَمَد

دَهرِ وَحُزني يُجِدّه الكَمَد

And every sorrow fades with the passing of

While all grief fades with time and tide

time, while anguish renews my sorrow.

Mine is ever renewed, freshly sown