تؤَرِّقُنِي بعدَ العشاءِ همومُ

تؤَرِّقُنِي بعدَ العشاءِ همومُ

كأني لما بين الضلوعِ سقيمُ

كأني لما بين الضلوعِ سقيمُ

Worries keep me awake after supper.

After dinner worries torment me

As though I were ill from what lies between my ribs.

As if I have sickness within my ribs

أبيتُ لهذا لَوعةٍ وصَبابةٍ

أبيتُ لهذا لَوعةٍ وصَبابةٍ

وفي كبد من حَرَّهُنَّ همومُ

وفي كبد من حَرَّهُنَّ همومُ

For this I spend the night in anguish and yearning.

I spend the night in sorrow and anxiety

And in my liver are worries from their burning heat.

In my liver are worries that heat it

أُبَكِّي شباباً قد مضى هل يعودُ لي

أُبَكِّي شباباً قد مضى هل يعودُ لي

وهل عَيشُ حَيٍّ في الحياةِ يدومُ

وهل عَيشُ حَيٍّ في الحياةِ يدومُ

I mourn youth that has passed—will it return to me?

I weep for a youth that is past, will it return to me?

And does a living being’s life in this world endure?

Does the life of the living in this life endure?