بروحِي خطيباً جاورَ الترب فاغْتدَى

بروحِي خطيباً جاورَ الترب فاغْتدَى

عليهِ حداداً لبس كل خطيب

عليهِ حداداً لبس كل خطيب

I would ransom with my soul a preacher who dwelt beside the dust; thus

With my soul, a lover lived near the dust and found joy,

Every preacher’s attire became mourning for him.

Wearing mourning for him, every lover donned,

ووَلى فأضْحت للمنابرِ وحشةً

ووَلى فأضْحت للمنابرِ وحشةً

وللورق نوح فوق كلِّ قضيب

وللورق نوح فوق كلِّ قضيب

And he departed, leaving the pulpits desolate,

He turned away, so the pulpits became desolate for me,

And the doves lamenting upon every bough.

And for the foliage, grief flowed over every rod.

يذكرني مغنى حماهُ جماله

يذكرني مغنى حماهُ جماله

فلله ذكرى منزل وحبيب

فلله ذكرى منزل وحبيب

The dwelling in his domain recalls his beauty to me;

The singing of his pigeon reminds me of his beauty,

God, what a remembrance of a dwelling and a beloved!

By God, the memory of an abode and a beloved.