بكى على نفسهِ غريبُ

نائي الكرى شوقُهُ قريبُ

The stranger wept for himself,

Though his longing for loved ones was near,

له ببغدادَ حيث يهوى

إلفٌ إلى قلبه حبيبُ

For in Baghdad, where his heart delighted,

Was a beloved friend so dear,

غصنٌ نضيرٌ علتهُ شمسٌ

مشرقةٌ ما لها غروبُ

A radiant sun, like a fresh green branch,

That never set, was always near,

وكيفَ يرجى الحياة صبٌ

قد غابَ عن دائهِ الطبيبُ

How could he hope to live, O morning dew!

When his healer was no longer here.