لا تَبكِ ليلى ولا ميَّه

ولا تَندُبَنْ راكباً نِيَّه

Do not cry, Layla, nor shed a tear,

Nor mourn for a departing companion.

وبكِّ الصّبا إذ طَوى ثوبَهُ

فلا أحدٌ ناشرٌ طَيَّه

But cry for the morning breeze when it folds its garment,

For none will spread its folds again.

ولا القلبُ ناسٍ لِما قد مَضى

ولا تاركٌ أَبَداً غَيَّه

Nor does the heart forget what has passed,

Nor ever leaving its anguish.

ودَعْ قولَ باكٍ على أَرسُمٍ

فليسَ الرّسومُ بمَبكيَّه

And cease the words of one who weeps over traces,

For traces are not to be wept over.

خَليليَّ عُوجا على رسمِ دارٍ

خلَتْ من سُليمى ومن ميَّه

My friend turned aside at the ruins of a house,

Deserted by Sulayma and Meyya.