مُت مِن جَوىً وَجَوادٍ

قَد غارَ ماءٌ فَظيعُ

I die of love and generosity

I perished of inner fire and a generous one,

My eyes pouring copious tears

Whose formidable water has sunk away.

بِكيسِهِ سُستُ دَهري

وَالدَهرُ فَظٌّ فَظيعُ

My life is sorrowful

With his purse, I used to manage my fortune,

And time is cruel and merciless

But Fortune is rude and terrible.