نامَ عُذالي وَلم أنمِ

نامَ عُذالي وَلم أنمِ

واشتفَى الواشونَ من سَقمي

واشتفَى الواشونَ من سَقمي

My reproachers slept, but I did not sleep.

My tormentors blamed me though I was blameless

And the slanderers found satisfaction in my sickness.

And those who reproached me were healed of their own illness.

وإذا ما قلتُ بي ألمٌ

وإذا ما قلتُ بي ألمٌ

شكَّ مَن أهواهُ في ألمي

شكَّ مَن أهواهُ في ألمي

And whenever I say, 'I am in pain,'

When I complain of pain within me,

The one I love doubts my pain.

My beloved doubts the truth of my agony.