لم أشف من ذلك الداءِ الذي فنيت

به الحشاشة مما سامها أَلما

I have not recovered from that malady by which

The sparrow was destroyed by what made it suffer

إن كان صحة غيري طول عافيةٍ

فصحتي طول هذا الداءِ قد حتما

If the health of others is lasting wellness

Then my health is the length of this malady, inevitably

إني شقيتُ به مما فسحتُ له

بين الضلوع فكان الجمر مضطرما

I have suffered from it, from what I yielded to it

Between the ribs, so it was embers aflame

وكلما عاودت ذكراك عاودني

شوقٌ وياسٌ هما موت الفؤاد هما

And whenever I recalled you, yearning recalled me

And despair, they are the death of the heart, both of them

مللت نظم قريضٍ قد نثرتُ به

عواطفاً نَدِيَت بالدمع منتظما

I have grown weary of composing poetry which I scattered

Feelings by which tears flowed, well arranged

وكنت أَمَّلتُ برأً في البعاد وإذ

هممتُ همَّ عليَّ الدهر منتقما

And I had hoped for respite in separation, but then

When I decided, fate decided against me, avenging

فقلتُ للنفس لا حزنٌ ولا جزعٌ

إن الشباب حياةٌ تغلب السقما

So I said to my soul, no sorrow and no anguish

For youth is a life that defeats illness

لكن تغلَّبتِ الويلاتُ وازدحمت

بين الضلوع فضاق الصدر مُزدَحما

But disasters overcame me and crowded

Between the ribs, so my chest narrowed, crowded

يا هند هل أَبصرت عيناك بارقةً

إلا رأيتِ ظلاماً بعدها دهما

O Hind, have your eyes seen any lightning

Except you then saw darkness, sudden?

للَه آملَنا في العمر كم سخرت

منا وللَه وجدانٌ غدا عدما

By God, our hopes in life, how much it ridiculed us

And by God, longing one day will be nonexistent

قد أَسلم القلب نفسي للأسى أسفاً

منه فما سلمت منه ولا سلما

My heart has surrendered my soul to sadness for its sake

So it was not safe from it, nor whole