إلا يا دارُ لا أوحشتِ يوماً

فكم أصبحت في أنسٍ وأمنِ

Oh home, never have you become desolate

How often you were in intimacy and safety

أخافُ عليكِ من نيرانِ قلبي

وأشفق فيك من طوفان جفني

I fear for you from the fires of my heart

And protect you from the flood of my eyelids

وأعتبُ فيَّ أحداث الليالي

وكم فجعت أباً في الدهر بابنِ

I blame the events of the nights upon myself

And how much grief they caused a father for his son

فوا أسفا على وجهٍ وقدٍ

هما شجناي من طلقٍ ولدنِ

Alas for a face and a promise

They are my two laments from a divorce and a child

دفنتهما فواكمدي وقولي

دفنتهما مقالٌ ليس يُغني

I buried them and so extinguish your fires and say

I buried them, words that do not avail

فألمم بالمحلة وأشكُ بثي

هناك لصاحب القبر المبنّ

So I frequented the abode and doubted my judgment

There at the grave of the buried one

سلا عني ولما أسلُ عنهُ

فواقلقي لثاوٍ مطمئنٍ

Ask about me but when I ask about him

Then disturb me, for one tranquil, composed

وإني للصبورُ على الرزَّايا

ومن برح الأسى قولي وأني

And I am patient with adversities

And whoever flees sorrow, say I am he

وعزَّ عليه لو يدري وقوفي

وأن أدعو صداه ولم يُجبني

And it was difficult for him, had he known my stance

And that I call to him but he does not answer me

فيا للهِ ما جنتِ المنايا

وما سلبتْ يدُ الأيام مني

Oh my, what the fates have sown

And what the days have seized from me

وكم لي فيكِ من ولدٍ وخلٍّ

هما الأخوانِ من حُسنى وحُسن

And how many a son and friend I have in you

They are the two brothers, my beauty and beauty

فلا نظرتْ بسفحكِ أمُّ خشفٍ

ولا سجعت بدوحك بنتُ غصن

So neither a sobbing mother looked in your plains

Nor the daughter of a branch warbled in your valleys