وَقَد كُنتَ تَستَغني بِلَحظِكَ وَحدَهُ

وَقَد كُنتَ تَستَغني بِلَحظِكَ وَحدَهُ

فَكَيفَ وَفيهِ سَبعَةٌ خَيرُها شَرُّ

فَكَيفَ وَفيهِ سَبعَةٌ خَيرُها شَرُّ

And you used to need nothing but your glance alone—

You used to be content with just a glance from me,

How, then, when it holds seven, even the best of them evil?

Yet now there are seven in my eye, the best of them being the worst.

سَقامٌ وَأُسدٌ ضارِياتٌ وَأَسهُمٌ

سَقامٌ وَأُسدٌ ضارِياتٌ وَأَسهُمٌ

وَسُمرُ القَنا وَالنَبلُ وَالسَيفُ وَالخَمرُ

وَسُمرُ القَنا وَالنَبلُ وَالسَيفُ وَالخَمرُ

Sickness, fierce lions, and arrows,

Illness, a raging lion, wild cats, arrows,

And tawny spears, arrows, the sword, and wine.

The poison drinking-cup, the arrows, the sword, and wine.

فَماذا نَرى فيمَن حَوى فيكَ أَربَعاً

فَماذا نَرى فيمَن حَوى فيكَ أَربَعاً

بِواحِدَةٍ مِنهُنَّ يَنفَطِرُ الصَخرُ

بِواحِدَةٍ مِنهُنَّ يَنفَطِرُ الصَخرُ

What, then, are we to think of one who, because of you, bears four,

What then can be seen in one who harbors four

Any one of which would split rock apart?

With but one of them the rock itself would shatter.

فَأَيّامُهُ سودٌ وَبيضٌ لِحاظُهُ

فَأَيّامُهُ سودٌ وَبيضٌ لِحاظُهُ

وَأَضلُعُهُ صُفرٌ وَأَدمُعُهُ حُمرُ

وَأَضلُعُهُ صُفرٌ وَأَدمُعُهُ حُمرُ

So his days are black, and his eyes white,

So his days are black and white, his ribs

And his ribs yellow, and his tears red.

Yellow, and his tears red.