وَارَحْتما لِمُعذَّبٍ قَلِقِ الحشَا

بهُمومِه قد بان عنه شبابُهُ

I had mercy on a tortured, anxious soul

Whose youth has left him with his worries

دَمُ قلبِه ما سَاقطتْهُ جفونُه

يومَ النَّوَى لمَّا نأتْ أحبابُهُ

The blood of his heart that his eyelids shed

The day his loved ones came to say their goodbyes