اليَومَ لِلناسِ عيدٌ يَفرَحونَ بِهِ

وَلَيسَ لي مِنهُ إِلّا الهَمُّ والحَزَنُ

Today is a holiday that brings joy to people

But for me it brings only sorrow and gloom

إِذا تَلِفتُ اِشتِياقاً زادَني كَمَداً

أَلّا يَكونَ قَريباً مِنِّيَ السَكَنُ

When I longingly look around, it increases my yearning

If only my home were near!

فَمَن يَكُن قَرَّ عَيناً أَو رَجا فَرَجاً

وَلَذَّ أَو باتَ يَأوي عَينَهُ الوَسَنُ

Whoever has found joy or hoped for relief

And relished it or rested his eyes in slumber

فَلَستُ ذاكَ بِحَمدِ اللَهِ تَمنَعُني

مِنهُ ظَلومُ وَحَظٌّ عاقَهُ الزَمَنُ

I am not, by the grace of God, denied it

By injustice or a destiny the times have opposed