وَعَيشِكِ لا زِلتُ حِلفَ الضَنى

وَعَيشِكِ لا زِلتُ حِلفَ الضَنى

وَلا اِلتامَ بَعدَكِ لِلقَلبِ لَهوُ

وَلا اِلتامَ بَعدَكِ لِلقَلبِ لَهوُ

By your life, I remain a companion of lovesickness.

By your life, I still swear affliction,

Nor has my heart found diversion since you left.

And without you, joy is denied my heart,

وَدونَ مَزارِكِ لِليَعمُلاتِ

وَدونَ مَزارِكِ لِليَعمُلاتِ

إِذا ما اِبتَذَلنَ ذَميلٌ وَشَدوُ

إِذا ما اِبتَذَلنَ ذَميلٌ وَشَدوُ

And on the way to visit you, the hardy she-camels,

Except by your tomb, for the wanderers,

When put to work, move at a gentle trot and a brisk pace.

When a companion tires, and lays down his song.

وَمِمّا يَزيدُ بِكُم لَوعَةً

وَمِمّا يَزيدُ بِكُم لَوعَةً

وُلوعُ العَواذِلِ وَالعَذلُ لَغوُ

وُلوعُ العَواذِلِ وَالعَذلُ لَغوُ

And among what deepens my anguish for you

And what increases longing with you,

Is the zeal of reproaching women—though reproach is idle talk.

Is the yearning of maidens, and tender love.

وَقيتُ بِنَفسي صُروفَ الرَدى

وَقيتُ بِنَفسي صُروفَ الرَدى

وَكُلُّ زَماني صُروفٌ وَنَبوُ

وَكُلُّ زَماني صُروفٌ وَنَبوُ

I shielded you with my own life from death's blows,

I have endured with myself the turns of fortune,

And all my days are reversals and rebuffs.

And all my life is but turns, and news.