أيُّ بدع لو ساعدتني سعادٌ

أيُّ بدع لو ساعدتني سعادٌ

شاب فودي وضاع مني الفؤادُ

شاب فودي وضاع مني الفؤادُ

What wonder if Suʿād were to help me?

What strange affliction, if only happiness aided me,

My temple-hair has grayed, and my heart is lost.

A youth whose heart was lost from me.

عيرتني لمياءُ شيبي ولا عا

عيرتني لمياءُ شيبي ولا عا

رَ وجانيهِ هجرها والبعاد

رَ وجانيهِ هجرها والبعاد

Lamyāʾ taunted me for my gray hair, though there is no

The white hair reproached me, but not the shame,

disgrace in it; her desertion and distance caused it.

And it distanced me, its separation and remoteness.

شابت الحبَّ بالملامة وال

شابت الحبَّ بالملامة وال

عتب فحقٌّ لو شابت الأكباد

عتب فحقٌّ لو شابت الأكباد

She mingled love with blame and

Love grew white with blame and reproach, it is right if livers grew white,

reproach—so it would be fitting if livers turned gray.

For us there is a passion and love,

فلنا بالهوى حمامٌ وحيٌّ

فلنا بالهوى حمامٌ وحيٌّ

ولنا من ندى يديك معاد

ولنا من ندى يديك معاد

Through love, then, ours is a swift death,

And for us from the dew of your hand an appointment,

and from the bounty of your hands comes our resurrection,

Where you end for us our enemy time,

حيث تقضي لنا على خصمنا

حيث تقضي لنا على خصمنا

الدهر وتقضي بغيظها الحسَّاد

الدهر وتقضي بغيظها الحسَّاد

where you judge in our favor against our adversary,

And end with its rage the envious.

Time, and slay the envious with the rage your bounty arouses.