مَنَعَتْ جُفُوني لَذَّةَ الإغْفاءِ

عَلقُ المُنَى وَتقسُّمُ الأَهْواءِ

My eyelids were denied the pleasure of slumber

The noose of death took hold and fate turned cruel

عَجِلَ الزّمانُ عَليَّ في شَرْخِ الصّبا

بِتَشتُّتِ القُرَناء والقُرَباءِ

Time rushed against me in the bloom of youth

With the dispersal of friends and kin

وَسوادُ عَيْشِي لَمْ يَدَعْ لي لَذّةً

افْتَضُّها بِاللِّمَّةِ السَّوْداءِ

And the darkness of my life left me no joy

That I could wrest with my blackened hands

يا صَاحِبيَّ تَوجَّعا لِهوىَ فَتىً

ألِفَ الضّنى وَلواعِجَ البُرَحاءِ

Oh my companion, anguished for the love a youth

Who made suffering his friend and fate his home

هَلْ غِيثَ رَبْعُ الحَيّ بَعْدَ مَدامِعي

أَمْ أَمْسَكَتْ عَنْهُ يَدُ الأَنْواءِ

Will the spring rain ever come to my lands after my tears

Or has the hand of the clouds withheld its gift

أَحْبابَنا قُضِيَ الفِراقُ وَلِي يَدٌ

لِفراقِكُمْ لَكنْ على أَحْشَائِي

My loved ones, farewell came and I can only caress

With my hands your memory within my chest

فَمرُوا الرِّياحَ بأَنْ تَقُصَّ حَديثكُمْ

عِنْدي فَما يُبْدِي الكتابُ شِفائي

So command the winds to recount tales of you

For the book cannot express my remedy

وَدليلُ ذَلكَ أَنَّ طَرْفِي غَاسِلٌ

قَبْلَ القِراءةِ نَقْشَهُ بِبُكائِي

The proof is that before reading, my eyes

Wash its inscription away with my weeping