لو كنت ترحمُ من أصبحتَ تملكُهُ

لكنتَ أرددتَ موتاً كادَ يُدركهُ

If you had mercy on the one you came to possess

You would have made death, which was about to overtake him, repeat itself

يا من هو الحسنُ إلا أنهُ بشر

لا شيء في جوهرِ الأنوارِ يشركهُ

O you who is beautiful but still human

Nothing in the essence of light rivals him

سل مستهاماً بطولِ السقمِ متصلاً

متيماً أنتَ مبليهِ ومضحكُهُ

Ask longingly, connected by the length of illness

You make him your amusement and your jester

ترداد ذكركَ يغنيه وَيبذله

للحَتفِ لَولا رجاءٌ منكَ يمسكُهُ

The repetition of remembering you entertains and expends him

He holds on to the hem due only to some hope he has in you