حَتّى إِذا بَعَثَ الصَباحُ فِراقَنا

حَتّى إِذا بَعَثَ الصَباحُ فِراقَنا

وَرَأَينَ مِن وَجهِ الظَلامِ صُدودا

وَرَأَينَ مِن وَجهِ الظَلامِ صُدودا

When at last the morning summoned us to part,

Until, when dawn brought on our parting,

And they saw the young man’s face set on turning away,

And they saw the face of darkness turn away,

جَرَتِ الدُموعُ وَقُلنَ فيكَ جَلادَةٌ

جَرَتِ الدُموعُ وَقُلنَ فيكَ جَلادَةٌ

عَنّا وَنَكرَهُ أَن تَكونَ جَليدا

عَنّا وَنَكرَهُ أَن تَكونَ جَليدا

Their tears streamed, and they said, “You have the fortitude

Tears flowed, and they said, “You have the fortitude

To part from us—and we hate that you are so steadfast.”

To bear parting from us—and we dislike your being so steadfast.”