أَرُوحُ وَقَلْبِي عَنْكَ لَيْسَ بِرائِحِ

أَرُوحُ وَقَلْبِي عَنْكَ لَيْسَ بِرائِحِ

وَذِكْرُكَ باقِي الشَّوْقِ بَيْنَ الْجَوانِحِ

وَذِكْرُكَ باقِي الشَّوْقِ بَيْنَ الْجَوانِحِ

I depart, yet my heart does not depart from you.

I depart, but my heart does not forget you

And remembrance of you is enduring longing within my ribs.

And the memory of you remains, longing trapped within my soul

وَحَسْبِي شَمْسَ الدَّوْلَةِ الْمَلْكُ غايَةً

وَحَسْبِي شَمْسَ الدَّوْلَةِ الْمَلْكُ غايَةً

مِنَ الْفَخْرِ أَنْ تُهْدِى إِلَيْكَ مَدائِحِي

مِنَ الْفَخْرِ أَنْ تُهْدِى إِلَيْكَ مَدائِحِي

And enough for me, O King Shams al-Dawla, is this pinnacle

It is enough glory for me if the sun of the kingdom, the King

Of glory: that my poems of praise be offered to you.

Presents my eulogies to you

وَقَدْ كانَ شِعْرِي يَفْضَحُ الشِّعْرَ كُلَّهُ

وَقَدْ كانَ شِعْرِي يَفْضَحُ الشِّعْرَ كُلَّهُ

فَأَمْسى بِما تُولِي سَماحُكَ فاضِحِي

فَأَمْسى بِما تُولِي سَماحُكَ فاضِحِي

And indeed, my poetry used to put all poetry to shame,

For my poetry once put all other verse to shame

So now, through what your generosity bestows, it puts me to shame.

But now with your forgiveness it is the one shamed