شَمسي علَى طَرَفِ النَّخيل

شَمسي علَى طَرَفِ النَّخيل

فالنِّصفُ مِن جسمِي كَليل

فالنِّصفُ مِن جسمِي كَليل

My sun is on the tips of the palms.

My sun at the edge of the palm trees

For half of my body is weary,

Half of my body is frail

والنصفُ تَنخُر فيه حُمىًّ

والنصفُ تَنخُر فيه حُمىًّ

رِفقُها بي مُستحيل

رِفقُها بي مُستحيل

And fever gnaws within the other half;

And half is eaten away by fever

Its gentleness toward me is impossible.

Her gentleness with me impossible

والقلبُ مني مُتعَبٌ

والقلبُ مني مُتعَبٌ

وشِغافُه منِّي نَحيل

وشِغافُه منِّي نَحيل

And my heart is weary,

My heart is weary

And its membrane within me is thin.

Its covering too slight

والطَّرفُ مِنِّي نُورُهُ

والطَّرفُ مِنِّي نُورُهُ

مِن فَرطِ أضرَاري ضَئيل

مِن فَرطِ أضرَاري ضَئيل

And my eye—its light

My gaze its light

is faint from the severity of my afflictions.

From my great afflictions, faint