أَبكيكَ لِلأَيّامِ حينَ تَجَهَّمَت

طَلَبي وَلَم يَكُ لي وَراءَكَ مُنجَعُ

I weep for you on days when grief took hold,

My quest when there was no refuge behind you.

قَد كُنتَ لي سَبَباً وَغَيثاً صائِباً

وَيَداً أَضُرُّ بِها العَدوَّ وَأَنفَعُ

You were a cause for me, a pouring rain,

A hand with which I could smite a foe or do good.

فَاِصعَد إِلى الغُرُفاتِ يَومُكَ واقِعٌ

بِالشامِتينَ لِكُلِّ جَنبٍ مَصرَعُ

So ascend to the upper chambers on the day they fall

Upon every side the death of the envious.

هَل أَنسَينَكَ وَكَيفَ يَنساكَ اِمرُؤٌ

بِنَوالِ جودِكَ في الحَياةِ يُمَتَّعُ

Can I forget you - how could a man forget

One whose kindness gave life its savour?

فَلَئِن سَلَوتُكَ ما جَزَيتُكَ نِعمَةً

وَلَئِن جَزِعتُ لَواجِدٌ مَن يَجزَعُ

So if I have rewarded your favours poorly,

Who else is there to grieve if I should grieve?