إذا سَمِعْتُ حديثاً عنكَ أَحْسَبُهُ

يرتاعُ قلبي وما آوِي بمرتَاعِ

If I hear a tale of you, my heart pounds

And harbors no calm though feigning composure

تَجلُّدُ الحرِّ لا يُنسي حَفيظَتَهُ

ولو رآى دَمَهُ يستنُّ بالقَاعِ

Bravely enduring heat brings no forgetfulness

Were he to see his blood congealing on the ground

أرَجوكَ أقربَ ما قالوا به رَمَقٌ

وحينَ يؤنِسُ مِنكَ المؤنسُ النَّاعي

I hope the best of what they've said, some life yet

And when your friend is mourned, mourning consoles

وأَسأَلُ الركبَّ هل أَحسستمُ خَبَراً

لو كان مَيتاً لضاعتْ ثُلَّةُ الرَّاعِي

I ask all passersby, have you had any news?

If he were dead, the shepherd’s flock would wander

أَرضى وأَقنع بالأَطماعِ كاذِبَةً

فَما يَضُرُّكَ لو أَبقيتَ أَطماعِي

I accept and content myself with lies of hope

What harm to prolong my wistful yearning?

قد كان يُعرَفُ وجهُ الذُّلِ في نَظَري

ويَظْهَرُ العَجْزُ والتَّقْصيرُ في باعي

My face once showed me base and lacking

Weak and inadequate in my own eyes

واهاً لأفعالهِ كَيداً ومَحْمِيَةً

لو كانَ يَسعى بِهَا مِنْ بَعدِهِ سَاعِ

Woe to his tricks and schemes if one were to race

In his footsteps when he's long passed from this life