1. أَقْصِرْ فما تملكُ إِقصاري

    صبَّرتَ من ليسَ بصبَّارِ

    Desist, for you cannot make me desist.

    You have urged patience on one who cannot endure.

  2. ما لي عن الأوزارِ مندوحةٌ

    إذ كانتِ الأحزانِ أوزاري

    I have no escape from burdens,

    since sorrows are my burdens.

  3. لا درَّ درُّ العينِ إن سامحت

    عيني بدمعٍ غيرِ مِدْرار

    May the eye's flow cease if

    my eye grants tears that do not pour forth.

  4. ألقتنيَ الأحداثُ من كَيْدِها

    ما بين أَنيابٍ وأظفار

    Misfortunes, through their guile, have cast me

    between fangs and claws.

  5. وألبستْ جسمي ثيابَ الضنا

    فالجسمُ من غيرِ الضَّنا عاري

    And they clothed my body in garments of wasting illness;

    so my body is bare of all but wasting illness.

  6. أضرَّ بي ثكلُكِ ليلى وفي

    إِضرارِه بي كلُّ إِضرار

    Losing you, Layla, has hurt me, and in

    the hurt it brings me lies every hurt.

  7. يا يومَ ثُكْلٍ لم أَذُقْ مثلَه

    أَمَرَّ عيشي أَيَّ إمرار

    O day of bereavement, whose like I have never tasted,

    it embittered my life beyond measure!

  8. أَمَا على يومِكِ من ناصرٍ

    أم غابَ عن يومِكِ أنصاري

    Is there no helper against your day,

    or were my helpers absent on your day?

  9. أُجيلُ في قبرِكِ عينيَّ في

    مجالِ أرواحٍ وأمطار

    I let my eyes wander over your grave, in

    the domain of winds and rains.

  10. أشتاقُ رؤياك فآتي فلا

    أرى سوى تُرْبٍ وأحجار

    I long to see you, so I come, but do not

    see anything but earth and stones.

  11. وَأَعمرُ الصحراءَ في مأتمٍ

    عُمَّارُهُ آلفُ عُمَّار

    And I inhabit the desert amid a mourning gathering,

    whose dwellers are the most companionable of dwellers.

  12. جليسُ أجداثٍ كأني بها

    جليسُ أنهارٍ وأشجار

    A companion of graves, as though among them I were

    a companion of rivers and trees.

  13. مالي بأرضٍ وطنٌ إنما

    ببابٍ قْنَّسريْن أَوطاري

    I have no homeland anywhere; only

    at the Gate of Qinnasrin lie my desires.

  14. بابٌ به الآثارُ ممحوّةٌ

    وهنَّ من أبينِ آثار

    A gate where the traces are effaced,

    yet they are among the clearest of traces.

  15. يا بابَ قنسرين لا تخلُ من

    سحائبٍ عُونٍ وأبكار

    O Gate of Qinnasrin, may you never be without

    clouds, mature and virgin,

  16. من مُزْنَةٍ تهمي ومنْ مقلةٍ

    تبكي بدمعٍ من دمٍ جار

    from a pouring raincloud, and from an eye

    weeping with tears of flowing blood.

  17. يا رحمتا لي والأسى آخذٌ

    عنانَ إِيرادي وإِصداري

    Ah, pity me, while sorrow holds

    the reins of my coming and going.

  18. من أي آفاقي رمى مهجتي

    أصابَ أو مِنْ أَيِّ أقطاري

    From whichever horizon of mine it shoots at my soul,

    it strikes true—or from whichever quarter of mine.

  19. النارُ من قلبيَ مخلوقةٌ

    أم هو مخلوقٌ من النار

    Is fire created from my heart,

    or is my heart created from fire?

  20. كأَنَّ عَرْضَ الأرضِ ما بيننا

    وبيننا خمسةُ أشبار

    As though the earth's breadth lay between us,

    yet between us lie only five handspans.

  21. يا نورَ عيني والتي لم تزل

    من نُورها تُقْبَسُ أنواري

    O light of my eye, and you who have never ceased

    to be the light from which my lights are kindled.

  22. يا ربَّةً القبر المضيءِ الذي

    يُضيءُ ضوءَ الكوكب الساري

    O mistress of the radiant grave that

    shines with the light of a night-traveling star.

  23. قومي إلى زَوْركِ أو فاجلسي

    فإنهمْ أكرمُ زُوَّار

    Rise to meet your visitors, or else sit up,

    for they are the noblest of visitors.

  24. قومي إلى دارك قد أَنكرتْ

    صَبْرَك عنها أيَّ إِنكار

    Rise and go to your home; it has resented

    your endurance of separation from it beyond measure.

  25. استوحشتْ دارُكِ من أَهلها

    واستوحشَ الأهْلُ من الدار

    Your home has grown estranged from its people,

    and its people have grown estranged from the home.

  26. واحدتي أمسيتِ في وَحْدَةٍ

    من بعدِ أُلاَّفٍ وَسُمَّار

    My only one, you are now in solitude,

    after close friends and evening companions.

  27. ما بالُ جيرانِك أهلِ البلى

    هل داركَتْهمْ رقَّةُ الجار

    What of your neighbors, the people of decay?

    Has neighborly tenderness reached them?

  28. كنتُ القريرَ العينِ إذ كنتِ لي

    تحلو أَحاديثي وأَخباري

    My eyes were at peace when you were mine;

    my conversations and tidings were sweet.

  29. وكان شعري يُتَغَنَّى به

    فاسْتُحْسِنَتْ للنوحِ أَشعاري

    And my poetry used to be sung;

    then my poems were admired as laments.