أصبحتُ يوم الجمعه

ذا غربة ما أضيعه

I became on Friday

A stranger I do not lose

منفرداً لا خلَّ لي

وأين مَن قلبي معه

Alone, no friend for me

And where is he who my heart is with him

ضاقت بيَ الأرض فما

في فُسحة الكون سَعَه

The land narrowed for me, so not

In the vastness of the universe fits me

أقطع يومي مُبطئاً

كأنني لن أقطعه

I pass my day slowly

As if I will not pass it

إني امرؤٌ يُفضي إلى

أزمانه المرقَّعه

I am a man who pours into

His ragged times

يَلُمُّ من شَتاتها

بجهده ما وَسِعَه

He suffers from their fragmentation

With his effort as much as he can

فلا يصيبُ غير ما

روَّعه وفزَّعه

So he only attains what

Terrified and scattered him

ولا يُصيب غير ما

أمَلَّه وصدَّعه

And only attains what

He wished and split him

يا هند من يُعيد لي

آماليَ المُزعزعه

O Hind, who will restore to me

My shaken hopes

وإنّ يوماً واحداً

حِبَالُه مُقطَّعه

And one day

Its ropes are cut

فكيف لو مرّ بنا

ثلاثةٌ أو أربعة

So how would it be if

Three or four passed upon us

قلبي خلا من نسمةٍ

مشرقةٍ مُرَصَّعه

My heart is empty of

A radiant adorned breeze

طالَعَهُ اليوم بها

كأنه قد ودّعه

It saw it today with it

As if it bid it farewell

إن عاشه دونك يا

هند تمنَّى مصرعه

If he lives without you O

Hind he wishes his death