تَزْدَادُ فِيْكَ مُصِيْبَتِي

تَزْدَادُ فِيْكَ مُصِيْبَتِي

خَطَرَاً إَذَا نَهْنَهْتُ نَفْسِي

خَطَرَاً إَذَا نَهْنَهْتُ نَفْسِي

My affliction at your loss grows

My misfortune in you

graver whenever I restrain myself.

Grows perilous when I indulge myself,

وَأَرَى الأَسْى مِنِّي عَلَيْ

وَأَرَى الأَسْى مِنِّي عَلَيْ

كَ اليَوْمَ أَعْظَمَ مِنْهُ أَمْسِ

كَ اليَوْمَ أَعْظَمَ مِنْهُ أَمْسِ

And I see my sorrow for

And I see my pain for you

you greater today than it was yesterday.

Is greater today than yesterday.

فَأَظَلُّ فِيْكَ مُخَالِفَاً

فَأَظَلُّ فِيْكَ مُخَالِفَاً

أَهْلَ التَّسَلِّيَ والتَّأَسِّي

أَهْلَ التَّسَلِّيَ والتَّأَسِّي

So, in grieving for you, I remain at odds with

So I remain, contradicting

those who seek solace and comfort in others' example.

Those given to consolation and sorrow.

لا تَبْعَدَنَّ أَبِي الشَّفِيْ

لا تَبْعَدَنَّ أَبِي الشَّفِيْ

قَ وَإِنْ عَذَوْتَ رَهِيْنَ رَمْسِ

قَ وَإِنْ عَذَوْتَ رَهِيْنَ رَمْسِ

May you not be far away, my compassionate father,

Do not stay away, my remedy,

though you have become a captive of the grave.

If you have excused my being a hostage to spear points.

وَسَقَى ضَرِيْحَكَ وَابِلٌ

وَسَقَى ضَرِيْحَكَ وَابِلٌ

يُضْحِي بِصَوْبَتِهِ وَيُمْسِي

يُضْحِي بِصَوْبَتِهِ وَيُمْسِي

And may a downpour water your tomb,

And a downpour has watered your tomb,

pouring its rain morning and evening.

Sacrificing its direction in the morning and evening.

وَلَقَدْ عَلَتْ دُنْيَايَ بَعْدَ

وَلَقَدْ عَلَتْ دُنْيَايَ بَعْدَ

كَ وَحْشَةٌ مِنْ بَعْدِ أُنْسِ

كَ وَحْشَةٌ مِنْ بَعْدِ أُنْسِ

And indeed, my world was overtaken, after

After you, my world has been filled

you, by loneliness in place of companionship.

With a loneliness after companionship.

وَعِشْتُ فِي ظُلْمِ الخُطُو

وَعِشْتُ فِي ظُلْمِ الخُطُو

بِ وَكُنْتَ مِصْبَاحِي وَشَمْسِي

بِ وَكُنْتَ مِصْبَاحِي وَشَمْسِي

And I lived in the darkness of calamities,

And I have lived in the darkness of grief,

and you had been my lamp and my sun.

While you were my lamp and sun.

وَتَرَكْتَنِي غَرَضاً لِنَبْ

وَتَرَكْتَنِي غَرَضاً لِنَبْ

لِ الحَادِثَاتِ وَكُنْتَ تُرْسِي

لِ الحَادِثَاتِ وَكُنْتَ تُرْسِي

And you left me a target for the arrows

You left me prey

of calamities, and you had been my shield.

To the blows of events, though you shielded me.

فَتَمَكَّنَتْ أَنْيَابُ رَيْ

فَتَمَكَّنَتْ أَنْيَابُ رَيْ

بِ الدَّهْرِ مِنْ عَضِّي وَنَهْسِي

بِ الدَّهْرِ مِنْ عَضِّي وَنَهْسِي

So the fangs of the misfortunes

So the fangs of the days'

of time gained power to bite and gnaw at me.

Calamity have sunk into me and torn me apart.