بذلتَ الكئيبَ لأحزانهِ

لأوصابهِ وبهجرانهِ

You gave your sad one to his sorrows,

To his misfortunes and his estrangement,

وجُرتَ على طرفِ باكي الجفو

نِ مُنحدرِ الدمعِ هَتَّانهِ

And you let flow down the cheek of the weeping willow

The cascade of his falling tears.

فوكلتَهُ بالذي إن يَدُم

سيأتي على نفسِ إنسانهِ

You left him to the One who, if He wills,

Will destroy the very soul of man.

فنم لا سرُرتَ وإن لم تَنَم

فليسَ سُهادُكَ من شأنهِ

So sleep! Do not delight, and if you cannot sleep,

It is no fault of His.