أَيُّها التائِهُ خَفِّف مِن خُطاك

إِنَّ في القَبرِ فُؤاداً ما سَلاك

O wanderer, soften your tread.

For in the grave lies a heart that has never forgotten you.

شَيَّعَ الأَحلامَ في رَقدَتِهِ

وَسَلا الكُلَّ وَلَم يَذكُر سِواك

It bade its dreams farewell in its sleep,

and forgot all others, remembering none but you.

وَإِذا نادَيتَهُ مِن قَبرِه

هَب في القَبرِ مُجيباً لِنِداك

And if you called to it from its grave,

it would stir within the grave, answering your call.

لَيسَ يَبغي أَن يَرى الجَنَّةَ في

نَفخَةِ الصورِ وَلكِن أَن يَراك

It does not yearn to behold Paradise at

the blast of the Trumpet, but only to behold you.

وَضَريحي بَينَ أَشجارِ الأَراكِ

فَتَعالَ وَاِسقِهِ عَلّي أَراك

And my tomb is among the arak trees;

so come and water it—perhaps I may see you.

إِن تَخَذتَ اليَومَ غَيري في الهَوى

فَأَنا لِلآنَ لَم أَعشَق سِواك

If today you have chosen another than me in love,

I, to this moment, have loved no one but you.

هاتِفٌ في المَوتِ يَدعوني كَما

كانَ في الدُنيا إِلى وَكرِ هَواك

A voice in death calls me, just as

it once called me in this world to the nest of your love.