ما لِلهُمومِ كَأَنَّها

نارٌ عَلى قَلبي تُشَبُّ

What is it with sorrows, as if

They were fire burning my heart

وَالدَمعُ لا يَرقا لَهُ

غَربٌ كَأَنَّ العَينَ غَربُ

And tears do not fall for it

A night as if my eyes were night

لِوَداعِ إِخوانِ الشَبا

بِ مَضَت مَطاياهُم تَخُبُّ

To bid farewell to youth’s comrades

Their mounts went away fading

فارَقتُهُم وَالعَينُ عَي

نٌ بَعدَهُم وَالقَلبُ قُلبُ

I parted from them, my eye still

An eye after them and my heart a heart

ما كُنتُ أَحسَبُ أَنَّني

جَلدٌ عَلى الأَرزاءِ صَعبُ

I did not expect that I

Was solid against adversities

أَو أَنَّني أَبقى وَظَه

ري بَعدَ أَقراني أَجَبُّ

Or that I would remain, my blossom

Faded after my peers, more fading

لا الوَجدُ مُنقَطِعُ الوُقو

فِ وَلا مَزارُ الدَمعِ غِبُّ

Neither constant anguish

Nor flowing tear is ceasing

ما أَخطَأَتكَ النائِبا

تُ إِذا أَصابَت مِن تَحِبُّ

You were not wronged by calamities

If they befell whom you love