غَداً يَتَناءى صاحِبٌ كانَ لي أُنسا

فَلا مُصبَحٌ لي في السُرورِ وَلا مُمسى

Tomorrow a companion who was joy to me will depart

So I will have neither morning happiness nor evening bliss

وَتُصبِحُ أَحزاني عَلَيهِ كَثيرَةً

وَيُصبِحُ سَعدي مِن مَوَدَّتِهِ نَحسا

And many sorrows for him will be my dawn

And my fortune in his affection will be unlucky at dawn

أَخٌ لِيَ لَو أُعطِيَ المُنى بِاِسمِ فَقدِهِ

بِلا فَقدِهِ كانَت بِهِ ثَمَناً بَخسا

A brother of mine, if I were given wishes in his name

Without him they would be low price

فَلَو أَنَّ نَفسي أَلفُ نَفسٍ لَما اِنثَنَت

يَدُ البَينِ أَو تودي بِآخِرِها نَفسا

And if my soul became a thousand souls

The hand of separation would not relent, or be pleased with its last breath