لقد طوفت في الآفاق حتى

بليت وقد أنى لي لو أبيد

I roamed the horizons until

I was worn out, and wished if only I would perish

وأفناني ولا يفنى نهار

وليل كلما يمضي يعود

Yet the day exhausts me, and does not perish

And the night, as it passes, returns

وشهر مستهل بعد شهر

وحول بعده حول جديد

And month after month begins anew

Then year after year repeats

ومفقود عزيز الفقد تأتى

منيته ومأمول وليد

And the dear lost one returns

As wished for, and new hope is born