بِنَفسي خَليلايَ اللَذانِ تَبَرَّضا

دُموعِيَ حَتّى أَسرعَ الحُزنُ في عَقلي

With myself a friend who has rejected me

My tears so that sorrow might quicker reach my mind

وَلَولا الأَسى ما عِشتُ في الناسِ بَعدَهُ

وَلَكن إِذا ما شِئتُ أَسعَدَني مِثلي

And were it not for sorrow I would not live among men after him

Yet if I wish, one like me could make me happy