بِنَفسي خَليلايَ اللَذانِ تَبَرَّضا

بِنَفسي خَليلايَ اللَذانِ تَبَرَّضا

دُموعِيَ حَتّى أَسرعَ الحُزنُ في عَقلي

دُموعِيَ حَتّى أَسرعَ الحُزنُ في عَقلي

I would give my life for my two dear friends, who drained, drop by drop,

With myself a friend who has rejected me

My tears, until grief swiftly wore away my reason.

My tears so that sorrow might quicker reach my mind

وَلَولا الأَسى ما عِشتُ في الناسِ بَعدَهُ

وَلَولا الأَسى ما عِشتُ في الناسِ بَعدَهُ

وَلَكن إِذا ما شِئتُ أَسعَدَني مِثلي

وَلَكن إِذا ما شِئتُ أَسعَدَني مِثلي

And were it not for consolation, I would not have lived among people after him;

And were it not for sorrow I would not live among men after him

And yet, whenever I wished, someone like me would join me in mourning.

Yet if I wish, one like me could make me happy