1. My heart is torn, for the beloved has gone,
Leaving my soul in ruins, lost and forlorn.
١. مَضَت بِفُؤادي بَينَ أَحشائِهِ النَّوى
فَهُنَّ خَلاءٌ بَعدَهُ كَالمَعالِمِ
2. As if a lion was struck down in its prime,
Its blood spilled over the stones of our time.
٢. كَأَنَّ النَّوى لَيثٌ أُصِيبَ بِأَشبُلٍ
رَأَى ثَاره بَينَ الحشا وَالحَيازِمِ