تَعَجَّبُ حُبّي مِن أَسيرٍ مُكَبَّلٍ

صَليبِ العَصا باقٍ عَلى الرَسَفانِ

My love's surprise at a chained captive

My love wonders at a prisoner bound in shackles,

The cross of his walking stick remains on the coffin

Strong of resolve, enduring the shuffling gait.

فَلا تَعجَبي مِنّي حَليلَةَ مالِكٍ

كَذَلِكَ يأَتي الدَهرُ بِالحَدَثانِ

So wonder not at me, forlorn of my dear

So do not wonder at me, O wife of Malik,

For time brings constant change

For thus does Time bring about its tribulations.