حبيبي من هو غيرك قد عشق فكره

طيف وخيال ونحولٍ يكسر الخاطر

My beloved, who else but you has fallen in love with a mere idea,

A ghost and a fantasy that breaks the heart

ما حذرك عاذلك من غيه وسحره

ما قال قلبه خراب وموسمه باير

No one warned you of its deception and witchcraft

No one told your heart of ruin and barren seasons

لا بر في دفتره لا شهد في حبره

لا ضي في غربته متبعثر وحاير

No righteousness in his book, no honey in his ink

No light in his exile, lost and wandering

كني سمعتك وكل العين منتثره

دمعٍ صرختي ما بين السيف والحافر

If only you had listened, while all eyes were scattered

Tears screaming between sword and horseshoe

لا تذبحونه ألم وأن طال به عمره

فاق بخياله جمال الماضي والحاضر

Do not slaughter him, though he lives long in pain

His fantasy surpassed the beauty of past and present

اللى طعنتوه خلوا شبر في صدره

يلقى به العشق وقت يقيم ويسافر

Those who stabbed him, leave a handspan in his chest

For love to settle in or depart

الكوكب اللي تقول الناس ياصغره

من كثر ما هو بعيد وشوفهم قاصر

The planet you call small because it is so far

And your vision falls short

لا تحسدونه خذا من خبزكم كسره

للجوع وأعطي شباب القلب والناظر

Do not envy him, take a morsel of your bread

For his hunger, and give the heart and the viewer their youth

اللي قليله قليل ٍ فاض من كثره

واللي كثيره قليل الجوهر النادر

That which is little overflows in abundance

And that which is plenty lacks rare essence

اللي قليله قليل ٍ فاض من كثره

واصابعه وان حسبتوا مالها اخر

That which is little overflows in abundance

And his fingers, though you count them endless

اصابعه وان حسبتوا كلها عشره

وفي كل صخرٍ بياض عظامها نافر

His fingers, though you count only ten

In every rock whiteness of protruding bone

في كل ارضٍ حفروديناها ظفره

وكل ما بكى كل دمعةٍ تولد بشاعر

In every land we dug his graves a nail

And all who wept, each tear births a poet

كل ما انجرح شع نزفه واشتعل فكره

وكل ما بكى كل دمعه تولد بشاعر

Each wound bleeds and sets his mind aflame

And all who wept, each tear births a poet