يا روحُ شَخصي مَنزِلٌ أُو طَنتَهُ

وَرَحَلتِ عَنهُ فَهَل أَسِفتِ وَقَد هُدِم

O my soul, the abode you built and departed from

Have you grieved since it was demolished?

عيدَ المَريضُ وَعاوَنَتهُ خَوادِمٌ

ثُمَّ اِنتَقَلتِ فَما أُعينَ وَلا خُدِم

The sick man has recovered and servants attended him

Then you departed, with no eyes wet or hands busy.

لَقَدِ اِستَراحَ مُعَلَّلٌ وَمُساهِرٌ

مِنهُ وَإِن غَدَتِ النَوائِحُ تَلتَدِم

The ailing and wakeful found rest

Though dirges still weep for them.

حَمَلوهُ بَعدَ مَجادِلٍ وَأَسِرَّةٍ

حَملَ الغَريبِ فَحُطَّ في بَيتٍ رُدِم

After disputes and sorrows they carried him

And laid the stranger in a ruined house.

ما زالَ في تَعَبٍ وَهَمٍ دائِمٍ

فَلَعَلَّهُ عَدِمَ الأَذاةَ بِأَن عُدِم

Still in constant toil and worry

Perhaps he ended suffering by ending.

لَو كانَ يَنطِقُ مَيِّتٌ لَسَأَلتُهُ

ماذا أَحَسَّ وَما رَأى لَما قَدِم

If the dead could speak I’d ask him

What he felt and saw when he arrived.

إِن تَثوِ في دارِ الجِنانِ فَإِنَّما

فارَقتَ مِن دُنياكَ ناراً تَحتَدِم

If you prosper in the gardens of paradise

You left a world aflame behind you.

مَن ذا يَلومُكَ في هَواكَ مَسيئَةً

كُلُّ الأَنامِ بِحُبِّها كَلِفٌ سَدِم

Who would blame you for your transgressions in passion?

All people are burdened with a similar yoke.

فَاِعذِر خَليلَكَ إِن جَفاكَ وَلا تَجِد

وَإِذا الزِيارَةُ ساعَفَتكَ فَلا تُدِم

Forgive your friend if he shunned you

And do not linger when visiting him.

بِئسَ العَشيرُ أَنا الغَداةَ

وَصَاحِبي مِثلي فَإِنّي ما نَدِمتُ وَلا نَدِم

Evil kin am I in the mornings

And my friend likewise, but I regret not nor does he.