زَهِدَت جِنانٌ في الَّذي

رَغِبَت إِلَيها فيهِ نَفسي

The gardens I desired have lost their appeal,

Jinan renounced the love for which my soul toward her yearned,

Though once my soul yearned for them and their feel.

So I renounced the world, and to the grave my longing turned.

فَزَهِدتُ في الدُنيا وَصا

رَت مُنيَتي في زَورِ رَمسي

So now I spurn this world and all its gloss,

I hid myself so that her eye would not perceive me, and stilled my voice,

My end is coming soon, that I can tell.

Lest the sound of my stirring should alarm that lovely face.

وَطَوَيتُ عَيني أَن تَرا

ني عَينُها وَأَمَتُّ جِرسي

I shut my eyes lest hers upon me dwell,

And hush my voice, her lovely face to bless.

كَيلا يُرَوِّعَ ذَلِكَ ال

وَجهَ المَليحَ سَماعُ حِسّي

Lest my sad moans should that fair cheek distress.