بِأَبي الغائِبِ الَّذي لَم يَغِب عَـ

ـنْي فَأَشكو إِلَيهِ هَمَّ المَغيبِ

By my father who's absent yet still near

I pour out my grief and my worries sincere

باشَرَتهُ كَفُّ الطَبيبِ فَلَو نِلـ

ـتُ الأَماني قَبَّلتُ كَفَّ الطَبيبِ

The doctor took my arm and made it bleed

Had my hopes been met, his hand I'd kiss indeed

فَعَلَت في ذِراعه ظِبةُ المَبـ

ـضَعِ أَفعال لَحظِهِ بِالقُلوبِ

The needle did pierce and make my arm swell

Performing in that moment deeds the heart can't quell

فَأَسالَت دَماً كَأَنَّ جُفوني

عَصفَرَتهُ بِدَمعِها المَسكوبِ

It drew out blood as though my weeping eyes

Had yellowed it with their pouring cries

طابَ جِداً فَلَو بِهِ سَمحُ الدَهـ

ـر لأَمسي عِطري وَأَصبَحَ طيبي

How excellent the scent, if time would allow

My perfume at eve and balm on the morrow