تَولَّى الحِمامُ بظَبْي الخُدُورِ

تَولَّى الحِمامُ بظَبْي الخُدُورِ

وفازَ الرَّدى بالغَزَالِ الغَرِيرِ

وفازَ الرَّدى بالغَزَالِ الغَرِيرِ

Death went off with the gazelle of the secluded chambers,

The dove has turned away from the lovely doe

And doom won the guileless gazelle.

And time has claimed the graceful gazelle

وكُنْتُ ملِلْتُك لا عن قِلىً

وكُنْتُ ملِلْتُك لا عن قِلىً

ولا عن فَسادٍ جرى في ضَمِيري

ولا عن فَسادٍ جرى في ضَمِيري

And I had grown weary of you, not out of aversion,

I did not tire of you out of boredom

Nor from corruption that arose in my heart,

Nor because of any corruption within my heart

كمِثْلِ ملالِ الفَتَى للنَّعِيمِ

كمِثْلِ ملالِ الفَتَى للنَّعِيمِ

إِذا دام فيه وحال السُّرُورِ

إِذا دام فيه وحال السُّرُورِ

Like a young man's weariness of bliss,

It was like a young man tiring of pleasure

When he remains in it and in a state of joy.

When joy in him becomes constant