قَد قَرَأنا ظِلالَكُم فَاِشتَفَينا

بارَكَ اللَهُ في ظِلالِ الدُموعِ

We have read your shadows and yearned,

Blessed by God are the shadows of tears,

عَلَّمَتنا لَدى الأَسى كَيفَ تَشفي

مُرسَلاتُ الدُموعِ داءَ الضُلوعِ

They taught us in grief how to heal,

The messengers of tears, the illness of ribs,

وَأَرَتنا مِنَ الجَديدِ بَياناً

لَم يَكُن قَبلَها كَثيرَ الشُيوعِ

And showed us something new,

Not common before,

في طِرازٍ كَأَنَّما نَسَّقَتهُ

مِن مَجاني الرُبا بَنانُ الرَبيعِ

In a style as if arranged,

From the free-flowing springs, the violets of spring,

فَعَلى كاتِبِ الظِلالِ سَلامٌ

مِن حَزينٍ وَبائِسٍ وَصَريعِ

So to the writer of shadows, greetings,

From one who's sad, wretched, and fallen.