فازَ بالوجدِ الذي كَتَما

دَنِفٌ أبلى الجفونَ دَما

The one who endured the agony has won

Eyes shedding copious tears of blood

كانَ يخفي ما بهِ فَلقَد

خَبَّر القرطاسَ والقَلما

He used to hide what pained him, yet

He told paper and pen all he could

بأبي من حسنُهُ عَلَمٌ

صِرتُ في وجدي بهِ عَلَما

By the one whose beauty's a banner to me

In my passion for him, I'm understood

لستُ أنسى قولَهُ أبداً

كانتِ العُقبى لِمَن ظلَما

I'll his words ne'er forget, come what may

Destiny favors the unjustly mistreated