يا مَن وَهَبتُ لَهُ روحي فَعَذَّبَها

وَرُمتُ تَخليصَها مِنهُ فَلَم أُطِقِ

O You to whom I gave my soul, and he tortured it

I wanted to save it from him, but I was not able

أَدرك بَقيةَ نَفسٍ فيكَ قَد تَلِفَت

قَبل المَمات فَهذا آخر الرَمَقِ

Realize the rest of myself in you, it was exhausted

Before death, this is the last breath

وَلَو مَضى الكُلُّ مِنها لَم يَكُن عَجَباً

وَاِنَّما عَجَبي لِلبَعضِ كَيفَ بَقي

If it was all gone, it would not be strange

Rather, my wonder is for some of it, how did it remain