لهفى على عمر تصرم وانقضى

هل رجعة فيعاد لي ما قد مضى

I yearn for a life now old and gone,

Will it return so I regain what is past?

ردوا لويلات مضين فأضلعى

تحنى جوانحها على جمر الغضا

Take back my agonized cries so I may heal,

My wings bend over embers of sorrow.

يا متلفى بصدوده رفقاً بمن

ببعادكم عن وصلكم قد عوّضا

O you who severed ties, show kindness to one

Whose solace for your absence was found wanting.

فوّضت فيما ترتضيه وإنني

ما زلت فيما ترتضيه مفوّضا

I yielded to what you wished though I

Still yield to what you wish.

فامنح رضاك لقاصد بك لائذ

مازلت تمنح من يلوذ بك الرضا

Grant your consent to one who seeks you, refuge-bound—

You still confer consent on those who seek your refuge.

يا من شجاه البعد تاد بنادهم

فعساك يا مهجور يوما ترتضى

O you whose absence caused him torment, his companion cries,

May you one day, neglected one, grant consent.

أدرك بقايا العمر ويحك وانتهض

فالحزم يا حلف الونى أن تنهضا

Grasp the remains of life—awake!—

Prudence dictates you rouse from your swoon.

هذا فديتك شهر صومك راحل

وكأنه برق أضاء فأومضا

This, your ransom, the month of your fast departs,

A lightning flash that brightly sparked and vanished.

أتراك قد حسنت فيه جواره

وقضيت فيه حقوقه فقد اتقضا

Did you draw near during it, becoming a good neighbor?

Fulfilling its rights, which are now fulfilled?

ما فاز بالآمال إلا مخلص

فيه الوداد لمرسليه أمحضا

None attains hopes but the sincere one

Whose affection for its Sender is pure.

أسفى على شهر مسراتي به

كانت تتاح فأعرضت مذ أعرضا

I grieve the month of my delights,

Accessible, but I turned away once I turned away.

شهر الصيام نأى فيا عيني اسكبي

دمع الجفون مذهبا ومفضضا

The month of fasting has left—so pour out your tears, my eye,

As profuse, flowing tears.

كم سحب أجفان به هطلت لذى

للرضا متعرضا

How many lids by it dropped copious, indulgent tears

Seeking the pleasure of the Pleased.

سهر الليالي مهملا لدموعه

وقضى به من شوقه ما قد قضى

Nights of wakefulness, heedless of tears,

Fulfilling from yearning what wish fulfills.

لا يجتنى ثمر المنى من روضه

إلا فتى في ليله ما غمّضا

None plucks the fruit of his hopes from its garden

Save a youth who never slept during its night.