يا دَهرُ كَيفَ شَفَعتَ نَفساً

فَخَلَستَ فيها النَفسَ خَلسا

Oh fate, how you interceded for a soul

Then secretly stole away its life

وَتَرَكتَ نَفساً لِلأَسى

جَعَلَ البَقاءَ عَلَيهِ نَحسا

And left a soul to sorrow

Making its existence an ill omen

سَقياً لِوَجهِ حَبيبَةٍ

أَودَعتُها كَفَناً وَرَمسا

Quenching the face of a beloved

Whom I entrusted to a shroud and tomb