مَرِضنا فَما عادَنا عائِدُ

وَلا قيلَ أَينَ الفَتى الأَلمَعي

We fell ill, so we did not return

Nor was it said, where is the brilliant youth?

وَلا حَنَّ طِرسٌ إِلى كاتِبٍ

وَلا خَفَّ لَفظٌ عَلى مِسمَعِ

Nor did a messenger long for a writer

Nor did a word softly fall on a hearing

سَكَتنا فَعَزَّ عَلَينا السُكوتُ

وَهانَ الكَلامُ عَلى المُدَّعي

We were silent, so silence became hard for us

And speech became cheap for the claimant

فَيا دَولَةً آذَنَت بِالزَوالِ

رَجَعنا لِعَهدِ الهَوى فَاِرجِعي

So O state that signals decline

We returned to the era of love, so return

وَلا تَحسَبينا سَلَونا النَسيبَ

وَبَينَ الضُلوعِ فُؤادٌ يَعي

And do not think we forgot the beloved

While within the ribs lies a heart that knows