إِذا شِئتما أنْ تبكياني صبابةً

فكرّا على قلبي حديثاً تقدّما

If you wish to weep for me fresh and new,

Then do not mention him, though he grieves my heart.

تصرّم عنّي رغم أنفي وذكرُهُ

عَلى القلبِ منّي جاثمٌ ما تصرّما

For his memory sits heavy on my heart—do not speak of him.

Nights wear everything away, but they only increase

ترثّ اللّيالي كلَّ شيءٍ وإنّما

يزيد عليها جِدَّةً وتصرّما

His power over me—do not speak of him.

Do not wonder at my tears, but wonder

ولا تعجبا من دمعتي وتعجّبا

لعينِيَ إنْ لم تجرِ من بعدها دما

If my eyes failed to weep blood after him.