ماتَ ذاكَ الجَوى وَذاكَ الحَريقُ

وَرَثى لي ظَبيٌ عَلَيَّ شَفيقُ

That passion died, and that ardour cooled,

And a gazelle wept for me, gentle and kind,

وَجَرى النَومُ مِن جُفوني مَجرى ال

دَمعِ وَاِستَأنَسَ الفُؤادُ المَشوقُ

And sleep flowed from my eyelids like blood,

And my longing heart found intimacy.

رَفَقَ الدَهرُ لي بِمَولايَ وَالدَه

رُ إِذا شاءَ بِالقُلوبِ رَفيقُ

Fate was gentle with me for my Master’s sake,

Fate is gentle with hearts whenever it wills.

فَبِحَقّي وَحُرمَتي لا تَسُبّوا الدَه

رَ ظُلماً فَإِنَّهُ لي صَديقُ

So by my right and my sanctity abuse not Fate wrongfully,

For indeed Fate has been a loyal friend to me.