تَعَجَّبُ حُبّي مِن أَسيرٍ مُكَبَّلٍ

تَعَجَّبُ حُبّي مِن أَسيرٍ مُكَبَّلٍ

صَليبِ العَصا باقٍ عَلى الرَسَفانِ

صَليبِ العَصا باقٍ عَلى الرَسَفانِ

My beloved marvels at a fettered captive,

My love's surprise at a chained captive

My love wonders at a prisoner bound in shackles,

stout of staff, still shuffling in chains.

The cross of his walking stick remains on the coffin

Strong of resolve, enduring the shuffling gait.

فَلا تَعجَبي مِنّي حَليلَةَ مالِكٍ

فَلا تَعجَبي مِنّي حَليلَةَ مالِكٍ

كَذَلِكَ يأَتي الدَهرُ بِالحَدَثانِ

كَذَلِكَ يأَتي الدَهرُ بِالحَدَثانِ

So do not marvel at me, Malik’s wife;

So wonder not at me, forlorn of my dear

So do not wonder at me, O wife of Malik,

thus does time bring calamities.

For time brings constant change

For thus does Time bring about its tribulations.