فقلتُ على مَن رنةُ النوح والبكا

فقالت على من لا ترى الدهرَ مثله

I asked, for whom are these wails and tears?

She said, for one whom time will not replace.

أليس أبي ذلك الذي تعهدونه

طوت نوبُ الأيام عنِّي ظلَّه

Is he not my father, whom you disparage?

Though days have shrouded me, his shade remains.

فقلتُ وعندي من فؤادي بقيَّة

خذي يا يد الأحزان قلبي كلّه

I said, my heart still has some remnants;

Take them, O hand of sorrows, take my heart.