أصبحتُ جَمّ بلابلِ الصّدْرِ

مُتَعَجّباً لتَصَرّفِ الدهرِ

I have become like the nightingales with sore breasts,

Marveling at the workings of fate,

ما زِلتُ أطلُب في البلاد فتىً

لِيكونَ لي ذُخراً من الذخر

I continued seeking in the lands a youth,

To be a treasure for me from treasures,

ويكون يُسْعِدني وأُسْعده

في كل نائبةٍ من الأمر

And to make me happy and I make him happy,

In every trying situation,

حتّى إذا ظَفِرتْ يدايَ به

جاء القضاءُ بَحيْنهِ يجري

Until when my hands attained him,

Fate came at the wrong time flowing,

إنّي لَفي هَمٍّ يُباركني

منه وهمٍّ طارقٍ يَسْري

I am indeed in a worry that blesses me,

And a persistent worry that flows,

فَلأَصْبِرَنّ وما رأيتُ دويً

للِهمِّ غيرِ عزيمة الصبر

So I will endure, and I have not seen a remedy,

For worries other than determination and patience,

واللهِ مَا اسْتعظمتُ فُرْقَتَه

حتى أحاط بفَضْله خُبْري

By Allah, I did not consider his loss immense,

Until news of his virtues encompassed me.