وَمن هَويتَ اِذا جاوَزنَ ذا عُبَبٍ

وَمن هَويتَ اِذا جاوَزنَ ذا عُبَبٍ

وَضيفَةَ الحَزنِ لا دانَ وَلا صَقِبُ

وَضيفَةَ الحَزنِ لا دانَ وَلا صَقِبُ

And those you loved, once they have passed Dhū ʿUbab

Who but you have I when sorrows past endure,

And the edge of al-Ḥazn, are neither near nor close at hand.

Or share the lonely food of grief obscure.