ليت شعري عن خالدٍ كيف أمسى

من حُكاكِ اسْته وحرِّ هجائي

I wish I knew of Khaled, how was his evening

From your separation, he became passionate and my reproach kindled him

جَمعتْ شِقْوةُ الشقيِّ عليه

كلَّ خزْيٍ وكلَّ داءٍ عَياءِ

The wretchedness of the miserable brought together upon him

Every disgrace and every recurring affliction

لو علمتَ الذي يُقاسي من الأَمْ

رين عَزّيتَه صباحَ مساءِ

If you knew what he suffers from sorrows

You would console him, morning and evening

أَيُّهذا المُسائِلي عن سعيدٍ

وشقيٍّ ولاتَ حينَ خفاءِ

O you who asks about Saeed

And the miserable, do not disappear at times

أنا في الأرض محنةٌ فاتِخذْني

محنةَ الأشقياء والسُّعداءِ

I am a tribulation on earth, so take me

As a tribulation of the wretched and the happy

من تحامَى عداوتي فسعيدٌ

ومُعادِيَّ أوّلُ الأشقياءِ

Whoever contends with my enmity is fortunate

And my enemy is the most miserable of the miserable