غَداً يَتَناءى صاحِبٌ كانَ لي أُنسا

غَداً يَتَناءى صاحِبٌ كانَ لي أُنسا

فَلا مُصبَحٌ لي في السُرورِ وَلا مُمسى

فَلا مُصبَحٌ لي في السُرورِ وَلا مُمسى

Tomorrow a friend who was my solace will go far away.

Tomorrow a companion who was joy to me will depart

So I shall have no morning of joy, nor any evening.

So I will have neither morning happiness nor evening bliss

وَتُصبِحُ أَحزاني عَلَيهِ كَثيرَةً

وَتُصبِحُ أَحزاني عَلَيهِ كَثيرَةً

وَيُصبِحُ سَعدي مِن مَوَدَّتِهِ نَحسا

وَيُصبِحُ سَعدي مِن مَوَدَّتِهِ نَحسا

And my sorrows over him will grow many,

And many sorrows for him will be my dawn

and the good fortune his affection brought me will turn to misfortune.

And my fortune in his affection will be unlucky at dawn

أَخٌ لِيَ لَو أُعطِيَ المُنى بِاِسمِ فَقدِهِ

أَخٌ لِيَ لَو أُعطِيَ المُنى بِاِسمِ فَقدِهِ

بِلا فَقدِهِ كانَت بِهِ ثَمَناً بَخسا

بِلا فَقدِهِ كانَت بِهِ ثَمَناً بَخسا

A brother to me: were all wishes granted for the mere mention of losing him,

A brother of mine, if I were given wishes in his name

without actually losing him, they would be a paltry price for him.

Without him they would be low price

فَلَو أَنَّ نَفسي أَلفُ نَفسٍ لَما اِنثَنَت

فَلَو أَنَّ نَفسي أَلفُ نَفسٍ لَما اِنثَنَت

يَدُ البَينِ أَو تودي بِآخِرِها نَفسا

يَدُ البَينِ أَو تودي بِآخِرِها نَفسا

So if my soul were a thousand souls, it would never draw back—

And if my soul became a thousand souls

the hand of parting—until it brought death to their very last soul.

The hand of separation would not relent, or be pleased with its last breath