فَإِن تَسأَلاني فيمَ حُزني فَإِنَّهُ

فَإِن تَسأَلاني فيمَ حُزني فَإِنَّهُ

لِشَخصٍ ثَوى بَينَ القُبورِ فَقَيِّدِ

لِشَخصٍ ثَوى بَينَ القُبورِ فَقَيِّدِ

So if you two ask me what my sorrow is for, it is

If you ask me why I grieve, it is for one

for someone departed, who lies among the graves.

Who lies buried among the tombs, in chains,

وَما كُنتُ أَخشى أَن تُحَوِّلَ نَظرَتي

وَما كُنتُ أَخشى أَن تُحَوِّلَ نَظرَتي

إِلى شامِتٍ مِن غابِطٍ وَحَسودِ

إِلى شامِتٍ مِن غابِطٍ وَحَسودِ

And I never feared that my gaze would turn

And I had feared lest your gaze would turn

from an admirer and an envier to one who gloats.

To a gloating rival or envious foe.