وَلَقَد قُلتُ لابنَتي وَهيَ تَكوي

بِدَخيلِ الهُمومِ قَلباً كَئيبا

I surely said to my daughter as she was

Scorching with the embers of sorrows a gloomy heart,

وَهيَ تَذري مِنَ الدُموعِ عَلى الخَدْ

دَينِ مِن لَوعَةِ الفِراقِ غُروبا

And she shed from her cheeks tears

Of the religion of the grief of parting's sunset,

عَبراتٍ يَكدنَ يَجرَحنَ ما جُز

نَ بِهِ أَو يَدَعنَ فيهِ نُدوبا

Tears that almost wounded or left in it scars

With what they inflicted or traces therein.

حَذَرَ الحَتفِ أَن يصيبَ أَباها

وَيُلاقي في غَيرِ أَهلٍ شَعوبا

She feared that fate would strike down her father

And he would meet, among strangers, misfortune.

أُسكُتي قَد حَزَزتِ بِالدَمعِ قَلبي

طالَما حَزَّ دَمعُكُنَّ القُلوبا

Be silent! You have wounded my heart with tears

As long as your tears wound hearts.

فَعَسى اللَّهُ أَن يُدافِعَ عَنّي

رَيبَ ما تَحذرينَ حَتّى أَؤوبا

Perhaps God will defend me

From the suspicion you fear until I return.

لَيسَ شَيءٌ يَشاؤُهُ ذو المَعالي

بعَزيزٍ عَلَيهِ فَاِدعي المُجيبا

There is nothing He of lofty attributes desires

For someone dear to Him, so call upon the Respondent,

وَدَعي أَن تُقَطّعي الآنَ قَلبي

أَو تريني في رِحلَتي تَعذيبا

And stop severing my heart right now

Or showing me torture on my journey.

أَنا في قَبضَةِ الإِلَهِ إِذا كُن

تُ بَعيداً أَو كُنتُ مِنكِ قَريبا

I am in the Grasp of God whether I am

Far from you or near you.

كَم رَأَينا اِمرأً أَتى مِن بَعيدٍ

وَمُقيماً على الفِراشِ أُصيبا

How often have we seen a man come from afar

And a resident in his deathbed get struck!

وَدَعيني مِن اِنتِحابِكِ إِنّي

لا أُبالي إِذا اِعتَزَمتُ النَحيبا

Let me be from your sobbing for I

Do not care if I am determined to weep.

حَسبِيَ اللَّهُ ثُمَّ قَرَّبتُ لِلسَي

رِ عَلاةً أَنجِب بِها مَركوبا

God suffices me, then I prepared for the journey

A prayer by which I obtain a mount.