واللَه ما التحف الحزينُ بضرِّه

إلّا وجرَّده الأسى من صبره

The sorrowful heirloom with its harm, indeed,

Has stripped grief away from his patience.

وعيونُهُ ما ازداد سيلُ دموعها

إلّا وضاعف لاعجاً في صدره

His eyes - the more their tear rivers flowed,

The more anguish raged in his chest.

حزناً على القمرين نور نواظري

ليلى وإبراهيم مفرد عصره

Grieving the two moons whose light are my eyes’ bliss -

Layla and Ibrahim, unmatched in his time.

فجع الردى بهما الجمال فليتني

كنت الفداء لشمسه ولبدره

May I ransom their beauty that sadness has bereaved,

His sun and his moon with my soul.

من مخبر الشعراء أن زعيمها

لم يبق غير المبكيات بفكره

The poets inform that their chief remains

With nothing left but dirges on his mind.

لو كان إبراهيم يعلم ما جرى

بي بعده لبكى علي بقبره

If Ibrahim knew what befell me after him,

He would have wept for me at his grave.

أو شاهدت ليلى الحنونة مدمعي

لحلا لها عني الغريق ببحره

Or if the affectionate Layla saw my tears,

She would have rescued the drowning with her sea.

يا رب ما بال المدامع حالفت

حرقي عليَّ كأنها من جمره

O Lord, why have the teardrops pledged

To burn me as if they were embers?

جد يا كريم على الكريم وأخته

بملثِّ عفوك واسقني في قطره

Come, O Bountiful, to the aid of the bountiful and his sister

With a full pardon and give me a drink from its droplets.

واسكب على الأم الحزينة وابنها ال

صبر الذي تطوى الهموم بنشره

And pour upon the grieving mother and her son

The patience with which worries are folded away.

وامنح عبيدك راحةً أو موتةً

تعفي الأسى وتريحني من شره

And grant Your servants either respite or a death

That would relieve the sorrow and save me from its evil.

فسواك يا رحمنُ ليس بقادرٍ

أن يتحف العاني براحة سرِّه

For none but You, O Merciful, has the power

To gift respite to the weary from his secret.