زمنُ الغضَا في القلبِ بعدكَ لوعةُ

تذكرى بنارِ الشَّوق لا نار الغَضَا

The time of anger in my heart after you is agony

My memories burn with the fire of longing, not the fire of anger

ما كانت اللذاتُ فيك ولا الهوى

إلا كبرقٍ في الدجنَّةِ أومضَا

The pleasures in you were never, nor was love

Just like lightning flickering in the darkness that soon passes

وإذا صَبَوتُ لدارساتِ رُسومه

قال المعيد لدرسهِ هذا مَضَى

And if I wander the ruins where your home once stood

The teacher says to his lesson: “That’s already passed”