O my sorrow
يا هَمِّي
يا هَمِّي، ما يشيلَكْ ثُورْ عَمَّالْ*
ولا يُحرُثْ عَ الكتفين عَمَّال*
ودمَّلْ بالَقلبْ، يا نَاسْ عَمَّلْ*
و عَيِّنا البَراهِمْ، والدُّوا*
O my sorrow not even a strong hardworking steer can carry you
Nor can laboring men plow with such a burden on his shoulders
And it festered in the heart o people it filled with pus
And we grew weary of ointments and medicine