ماتَ وِصالٌ وَعاشَ صَدُّ

وَذُلَّ مَولىً وَعَزَّ عَبدُ

Love died and estrangement survived

A master was humbled while a slave became proud

يا أَحسَنَ العالَمينَ وَجهاً

ما لَكَ مِن أَن تُحِبَّ بُدُّ

O fairest of both worlds in face

How could an ugliness like you be loved?

ما العَيشُ إِلّا كَأسٌ وَساقٍ

وَكُلُّ ما بَعدَ ذَينِ فَقدُ

Life is but a cup and a leg

And all that comes after is loss