كَفى حَزَناً يا طاعِنينَ مُقامي

وَجِسمي مَعي لَكِن هَوايَ أَمامي

Enough sorrow, you who blame my dwelling,

My body is with me, but my passion is before me,

مُقَسَّمُ لَحظٍ أَو مُعَذَّبُ مسمَعٍ

بِرَوحِ نَسيمٍ أَو بِنوحِ حَمامِ

Shared by every moment or tortured by every hearing,

With the spirit of a breeze or the cooing of a dove,

أُقابِلُ تِلكَ المَكرُماتِ بِمِثلِها

فَأَبكي غَماماً لِلنَدى بِغَمامِ

I meet those kindnesses with their like,

So I weep clouds for the dew with clouds,

كَأَنّي غَريمٌ لِلسَماحِ وَلِلظِبا

بِماءِ دُموعٍ أَو بِنارِ غَرامِ

As if I were ungrateful for forgiveness and for love,

With tears of water or the fire of passion,

تَذَكَّرتُ عَيشاً مِنكَ غَضّاً كَأَنَّما

أُعيرَ اِخضِراراً مِن عِذارِ غُلامِ

I remembered a life with you, fresh as if

It were lent greenness from the bloom of a youth,

وَما لي عَلى الأَيّامِ بَعدَكَ مَعتَبٌ

إِذا ما تَمَشّى الماءَ نَحوَ أَوامي

And I have no complaint against the days after you,

If water walks toward my streams,

تَلَقَّ ضِياءَ الصُبحِ فَهوَ مَدائِحي

وَشُمَّ نَسيمَ الرَوضِ فَهوَ سَلامي

It meets the light of dawn, and that is my praise,

And smells the breeze of the garden, and that is my peace,

فَإِن زادَ ماءُ النيلِ فَهوَ مَدامِعي

وَإِن هاجَ وَقدُ القَيظِ فَهوَ ضِرامي

And if the Nile's water increases, that is my tears,

And if the heat of summer flares up, that is my affliction.