عادَ لي مِن ذِكرِها نَصَبٌ

فَدُموعُ العَينِ تَنسَكِبُ

The memory of her has brought me grief,

And so tears fall from my eyes like a stream.

وَكَذاكَ الحُبُّ صاحِبُهُ

يَعتَريهِ الهَمُّ وَالوَصَبُ

Such is love - it brings its companion

Sorrow and melancholy it would seem.

خَيرُ مَن يُرجى وَمَن يَهَبُ

مَلِكٌ دانَت لَهُ العَرَبُ

The best one to hope for, the most generous,

Is a king whom all Arabs obey.

وَحَقيقٌ أَن يُدانَ لَهُ

مَن أَبوهُ لِلنَبِيِّ أَبُ

And it's right that he be obeyed

One whose father was the Prophet's uncle.