وأعزّةٌ عَزَّيتُ بعد فراقهم

وأعزّةٌ عَزَّيتُ بعد فراقهم

باليأس قلبي أن يكون لقاءُ

باليأس قلبي أن يكون لقاءُ

And dear ones—after parting from them, I consoled

And my dear ones I consoled after their absence

my heart with despair of ever meeting again.

With despair my heart that there will be a meeting

أشتاقُهم والى الترنُّمِ مَفزعي

أشتاقُهم والى الترنُّمِ مَفزعي

والى الترنُّم يفزعُ الادباءُ

والى الترنُّم يفزعُ الادباءُ

I long for them, and singing is my refuge;

I yearn for them and my recourse is chanting

and men of letters seek refuge in singing.

And to chanting the literati have recourse

ولربّما شَبَّعته بتنفُّسٍ

ولربّما شَبَّعته بتنفُّسٍ

فيكاد يَصدَع قلبيَ الصعداءُ

فيكاد يَصدَع قلبيَ الصعداءُ

And sometimes I have sated it with a breath,

And maybe I sated it with a breath

so a deep sigh nearly cleaves my heart.

Then almost my lofty heart would split