جَرَّعَتني الوَيلاتُ مُرَّ سُقامي

جَرَّعَتني الوَيلاتُ مُرَّ سُقامي

مُهْجَتي حَرّى والعيونُ دَوامي

مُهْجَتي حَرّى والعيونُ دَوامي

Calamities made me swallow the bitterness of my sickness.

Bitter miseries made me drink the cup of woe,

My heart burns, and my eyes bleed.

My passions were inflamed and my eyes overflow,

أقْفَرَتْ مِنْ رغْد الحياةِ دياري

أقْفَرَتْ مِنْ رغْد الحياةِ دياري

ومقاديري قَدْ سَقَتني أُوامِي

ومقاديري قَدْ سَقَتني أُوامِي

My dwellings have grown desolate, bereft of life's ease.

My home was made desolate of life's joys,

And my fates have indeed given me my burning thirst to drink.

And the fates gave me only grief to know,

كهشيمٍ تحطّمتْ أمنياتي

كهشيمٍ تحطّمتْ أمنياتي

هجَرتني ما نلتُ يوماً مرامي

هجَرتني ما نلتُ يوماً مرامي

My wishes shattered like dry stubble.

My hopes were shattered into worthless chaff,

They deserted me; never once did I attain my aim.

My dreams betrayed me and all came to naught,

حَقَنتْني الأيّام مَصْلَ شَقاءٍ

حَقَنتْني الأيّام مَصْلَ شَقاءٍ

خيبتي ألقتني بحضن اضْطِرامي

خيبتي ألقتني بحضن اضْطِرامي

The days injected me with a serum of misery.

Fate filled my days with sorrow's bitter draught,

My disappointment cast me into the embrace of my blaze.

Disappointment clasped me in her arms distraught,

شيّعتني النَّكْبَاءُ ذاتَ رصيفٍ

شيّعتني النَّكْبَاءُ ذاتَ رصيفٍ

عندما قادَتِ النُّحوسُ زِمامي

عندما قادَتِ النُّحوسُ زِمامي

The crosswind saw me off on a pavement,

Misfortunes walked with me down loneliness

When ill fortunes guided my reins.

When fate held my reins and my life besought,

ذا سَعيري أقامَ بي وابتداني

ذا سَعيري أقامَ بي وابتداني

وعلى نعشٍ منْهُ كانَ خِتامي

وعلى نعشٍ منْهُ كانَ خِتامي

This inferno of mine dwelt within me and began with me,

My ruin dwelt with me and laid me waste,

And on a bier made of it came my end.

My end was sealed upon my coffin wrought,

إنني ميْتٌ لن يطولَ عزائي

إنني ميْتٌ لن يطولَ عزائي

لا بواكي غير الثَّرى لحِمامي

لا بواكي غير الثَّرى لحِمامي

I am indeed dead; mourning for me will not last long.

For I am dead, my mourning will not last,

There are no mourners for my death but the soil.

None shall lament me save the earth I sought,

آهتي شاهِدي وحُزني قريني

آهتي شاهِدي وحُزني قريني

تُربتي غُربتي وقبري ظَلامي

تُربتي غُربتي وقبري ظَلامي

My sigh is my headstone, and my grief my companion.

My sighs and sorrow shall keep me company,

My soil is my exile, and my grave my darkness.

My exile, my tomb, my darkness anguish-fraught.