أجودُ بالشّعرِ لكِن

أجودُ بالشّعرِ لكِن

شعري لديهم ذنوبُ

شعري لديهم ذنوبُ

I give generously of poetry, but

I excel at poetry, but

My poetry, in their eyes, is sin.

My poems have faults

ما بينَ شعري ورزقي

ما بينَ شعري ورزقي

تفنى وتحيَا شعوبُ

تفنى وتحيَا شعوبُ

Between my poetry and my livelihood,

Between my poetry and my livelihood

Peoples perish and come to life.

Generations perish and revive

شطّ المَزَارُ بهذا

شطّ المَزَارُ بهذا

وذاكَ منّي قريبُ

وذاكَ منّي قريبُ

The destination is far off for this,

The shrine's courtyard with this

While that is close to me.

And that is close to me

لَو كان ربّي برَاني

لَو كان ربّي برَاني

من طينَةٍ لا تذوبُ

من طينَةٍ لا تذوبُ

Had my Lord created me

If my Lord had created me

From clay that does not melt,

Of clay that does not dissolve

لكنتُ أبقى دهوراً

لكنتُ أبقى دهوراً

في كلّ يومٍ أتوبُ

في كلّ يومٍ أتوبُ

I would endure for ages,

I would have remained for ages

Repenting every day.

Repenting every day