لقد كنتُ أُعرَفُ بابنِ الحسَنْ

فلقّبني العِشقُ بابن الحَزَنْ

I used to be known as the son of Al-Hasan

But love nicknamed me the son of sorrow

ولولا الهَوى ما لقيتُ الهوانَ

ولولا الدُّمى لم أقِف بالدِّمَنْ

If not for passion, I would not have faced disgrace

And if not for tears, I would not have stood at the inn

نأى مَن أحبُّ فلي مَدمعٌ

كما انْتَثَر اللؤلؤ المُختزَنْ

Whoever I loved went far away, so I have tears

Like scattered pearls once collected

ألا أيّها النفسُ لا تَيأسي

من الاجتماعِ عسى الله أنْ

O soul, do not despair

Of reunion - perhaps God will grant it