من للغريب إذا شكا

والليل يشجيه النداء

Who is there for the stranger when he complains,

And the night intensifies his call,

ودموعه تجري على خديه

وهي له عزاء

And his tears flow down his cheeks,

And they are his consolation,

نجواه وَحيُ غرامهِ وحني

نهُ وحي السماء

His sighs and the fervor of his passion,

And the inspiration of the heavens,

وضلوعه مجرى الأ

نين وخدّه مجى الدماء

And his ribs are the course of sighs,

And his cheek the path of blood,

والبدر لا يدري أساه

وليس للنجم اهتداء

The moon knows not his agony,

Nor can the stars find their way,

فارحمه يا ظالم

واظلمه يا راحم

So have mercy on him, O oppressor,

And oppress him, O merciful one,

يكفيه من بلواه

أن المنى جوفاء

It is enough of his affliction

That wishes are empty.