مرضت فعادني أزكى البرايا

مرضت فعادني أزكى البرايا

وأغنى عن مراضِ الود حادوا

وأغنى عن مراضِ الود حادوا

I fell ill, and the purest of creation visited me.

I fell ill, so the most fragrant meadows revived me,

And spared me the need for those sick in friendship, who turned away.

And protected me from the illnesses of love that faded away.

رأوا أني إلى الأجداثِ ماض

رأوا أني إلى الأجداثِ ماض

فقالوا كلّ ماضٍ لا يعاد

فقالوا كلّ ماضٍ لا يعاد

They saw that I was heading toward the graves,

They saw that I was heading towards death,

So they said, "Whoever has passed on is not revisited."

So they said, "All that passes does not return."