بَانَتْ فَبَانَتْ رَاحَتِي مِنْ سَاحَتِي

وَاسْتَأْصَلَتْ فَرِحِي الْهُمومُ بِحَدِّهَا

She departed, and so my peace departed from my domain,

And sorrows, with their sharp blade, uprooted my joy.

أَشْكُو إِلى سِرِّ الزَّمانِ سَرِيِّهِ

الْقائِدِ الأَعْلَى نِكَايَةَ جُنْدِهَا

I complain to the noble master of time's mystery,

The supreme commander, about the malice of her troops.

رَاحَتْ فَرَاحَتْ رَاحَتِي مِنْ رَاحَتِي

إِذْ رَاحَتِي فِي وَصْلِهَا مِنْ صَدِّهَا

She went away, and so my comfort slipped from my palms,

For my solace lies in union with her, far from her rejection.

وَبِلَحْظِهَا أوْ لَفْظِهَا أَوْ وَعْظِهَا

فِي عَطْفَةٍ مُدْنِيَةٍ مِنْ وُدِّهَا

And in her glance, or her utterance, or her gentle reproach,

During an affectionate turn that draws me closer to her love.

وَخِطابِها بِعِتابِها مِمَّا بِهَا

مِنْ قَسْوَةٍ أَوْ نَخْوَةٍ فِي قَصْدِهَا

And in her words of blame, driven by what stirs within her—

Be it cruelty or haughtiness in her intentions.

وَخُطُورِهَا بِقُصورِها مُرْتَجَّةً

أَرْدَافُهَا مِن تَحْتِ صَعْدَةِ قَدِّهَا

And her swaying stride through her chambers, her hips quivering

Beneath the straight, spear-like elegance of her stature.

وَقِيَامِها بِمَقامِها مَمْلوءَةً

عَجَباً بِمَا أَجْنَتْهُ رَوْضَةُ خَدِّهَا

And her proud stance in her place, overflowing

With wondrous vanity for the blooms in the garden of her cheek.

وَدَلاَلِهَا بِجَمَالِها وَكَمالِهَا

غَيْظاً لِجَارَتِهَا وَتَرْحَةَ نِدِّهَا

And her coquetry, in her exquisite beauty and perfection,

Provoking fury in her neighbor and grief in her rival.

وَبِلَهْوِهَا أَوْ زَهْوِها بِنَعِيمِهَا

وَشَمِيمِهَا الْمُزْرِي بِنَفْحَةِ نَدِّهَا

And her playfulness, or her pride in her luxurious bliss,

And her fragrance that shames the sweet breath of ambergris.

مَنْ لِي بِذَلِكَ كُلِّهِكَلاَّ فَلاَ

مَنْ لِي بِهِ إِلاَّ شَمَاتَةُ ضِدِّهَا

Who could restore all of this to me? Nay, it cannot be!

What remains for me but the malicious gloating of her foes?