أَبكي الَّذينَ أَذاقوني مَودَّتَهُم

حَتّى إِذا أَيقَظوني في الهَوى رَقَدوا

I weep for those who let me taste their love,

Then when they woke me to passion, fell asleep,

وَاِستَنهَضوني فَلَمّا قُمتُ مُنتَصِباً

بِثقِلِ ما حَمَّلوني وُدَّهُم قَعَدوا

And roused me up, but when I stood erect,

Bent 'neath the weight with which their love they’d loaded me, sat down.

لَأَخرُجَنَّ مِنَ الدُنيا وَحُبُّهُمُ

بَينَ الجَوانِحِ لَم يَشعُر بِهِ أَحَد

I shall pass from the world, and their love in my heart

Will remain, of which no other man will be aware.

أَلقَيتُ بَيني وَبَينَ الحُزنِ مَعرِفَةً

لا تَنقَضي أَبَداً أَو يَنقَضي الأَبَدِ

Between me and sadness is a knowledge

Which will never diminish, or eternity end.