سَلمُ يا سَلمُ لَيسَ دونَكَ سِترُ

حُبِسَ المَوصِلِيُّ فَالعَيشُ مُرُّ

O peace, there is no veil except you

Al-Ma'arri has been imprisoned, so life is bitter

ما اِستَطابَ اللَذّاتِ مُذ سَكَنَ المُط

بِقَ رَأسُ اللَذّاتِ في الناسِ حُرُّ

Pleasures have not tasted good since he inhabited the grave

The head of pleasures among people has become forbidden

تَرَكَ المَوصِلِيُّ مَن خَلَقَ اللا

هُ جَميعاً وَعَيشُهُم مُقشَعِرُّ

Al-Ma'arri left everyone whom God created

And their lives have become gloomy

حُبِسَ اللَهوُ وَالسُرورُ فَما في ال

أَرضِ شَيءٌ يُلهى بِهِ أَو يَسُرُّ

Revelry and happiness were imprisoned, so there is nothing

In the land that one can be distracted by or delighted with