عَلى ذات القُرُنفل قَد حَطَطنا

وَكانَ بِطِيبِها طيب الحَياةِ

On the same clove tree we have sat

And with its fragrance, the life was sweet

وَلَما وَلَت الدُنيا فَرَرنا

فرار الحيقُظان مِن البزاة

And when the world turned away, we fled

Like the awake fleeing from tyranny

وَلَم نَرَ غَير دردي بِكَأس

شربناها فَيا عبرات هات

And we saw naught but my pain in a cup

We drank it, so O regrets, come forth