كَفى حَزَناً أَلّا أَرى وَجهَ حيلَةٍ

أَزورُ بِها الأَحبابُ في حَكَمانِ

Enough of sorrow, I see no trick

It is sorrow enough that I can find no way to visit the loved ones in Hakaman,

To visit friends in their abode,

I swear, were it not that the mob might reach Jinan with what I desire not for Jinan,

وَأُقسِمُ لَولا أَن تَنالَ مَعاشِرٌ

جِنانَ بِما لا أَشتَهي لِجِنانِ

And I swear, if not for some who’d gain

I would have dwelt beside her, clinging close, but what I dread—may you be ransomed—held me back.

Paradise through what I don’t desire,

Oh, the sorrow! A grief that leads to ruin, until I become a legend upon every tongue.

لَأَصبَحتُ مِنها دانِيَ الدارِ لاصِقاً

وَلَكِنَّ ما أَخشى فُديتَ عَداني

I’d be by morning glued to their house,

I see the days of our union have expired, and time has signaled amongst you my farewell.

But what I fear, my ransom is paid.

فَواحَزَنا حُزناً يُؤَدّي إِلى الرَدى

فَأُصبِحَ مَأثوراً بِكُلِّ لِسانِ

So grieve a grief leading to ruin,

Talked of by every tongue.

أَراني انقَضَت أَيّامُ وَصلِيَ مِنكُمُ

وَآذَنَ فيكُم بِالوَداعِ زَماني

I see my days of union with you end,

And my time bids farewell.