لَقَدْ تَرِبَتْ يَميني مِنْ شُخَيْصٍ

لَقَدْ تَرِبَتْ يَميني مِنْ شُخَيْصٍ

إلَى التُّرْبِ استقَل مِن التّرائِبْ

إلَى التُّرْبِ استقَل مِن التّرائِبْ

My right hand has indeed become dust-soiled because of a little one,

who departed from the breastbones to the dust.

يُقَرِّبُه التّذُّكُّرُ وهْوَ نَاء

يُقَرِّبُه التّذُّكُّرُ وهْوَ نَاء

ويُحْضرُه التفكر وهْو غائِبْ

ويُحْضرُه التفكر وهْو غائِبْ

Remembrance brings him near, though he is far away,

and contemplation makes him present, though he is absent.