ما غاضَ دَمعي عِندَ نازِلَةٍ

إِلّا جَعَلتَكَ لِلبُكا سَبَبا

My tears did not flow at any misfortune,

My tears have never receded at the onset of calamity,

Except I made you their cause and reason.

Without my making you the cause of the weeping.

وِإِذا ذَكَرتُكَ مَيِّتاً سَفَحَت

عَيني الدُموعُ فَفاضَ وَاِنسَكَبا

And if I remember you dead, my eyes

And when I remember you are dead, my eyes

Shed their tears and overflow and pour down.

Shed tears that overflow and pour forth.

إِنّي أَجِلُّ ثَرىً حَلَلتَ بِهِ

عَن أَن أُرى لِسِواهُ مُكتَئِبا

Indeed, I hold dear a soil you walked on,

For I honor the soil in which you have settled

More than seeing any other place woeful.

Too deeply to be seen grieving for anyone else.