اغفري لي إِذا اِتَهَمتُك بِالغَد

رِ فَقَد كُنتُ غائِباً عَن صَوابي

Forgive me if I accused you of fickleness

For I was absent from my senses

اِغفري لي لَعل ما كانَ مني

صَرخة الهَول عِندَ مَرأى عَذابي

Forgive me, perhaps my actions

Were screams of horror at the sight of my torment

وَصَدى اليَأس رَجّعته ضُلوعي

أَو بُكائي عَلى أَمان الشَبابِ

And the echo of despair my ribs returned

Or my weeping over the safety of youth

لَم تَكوني كَما زَعَمتُ وَلَكن

هالَني ما قَرَأتهُ في الكِتابِ

You were not as I claimed, but

What I read in the book distraught me

وَلعمري رَأَيتُ مِنك وَفاءً

لَم يَكُن فيهِ ذَرّة لارتيابي

And by my life, I saw loyalty in you

In which there was not a speck of my doubt

اِغفري لي ما قلته في جُنوني

وَتَعالي أَشرح إِلَيك مصابي

Forgive me what I said in my madness

And come, let me explain my plight to you

رُبَّ صَرحٍ مَمرَّد مِن أَماني

ي أَظَلَّ النُجوم تَحتَ جَناحِهِ

Many a lofty palace of fantasies

Whose stars shaded beneath its wings

قَد نَمَت حَولَهُ الأَزاهيرُ شَتّى

وَسَقاها الهَوى عَلالَةَ راحِه

All kinds of flowers grew around it

And passion watered them with the breath of its comfort

فَنَزلناه آمنين زَماناً

نَجتَني مِن وَرودِهِ وَأَقاحِه

We dwelled in it safely for a time

Its roses and thorns protected me

لَم تُحرِّك مِنهُ العَواصف رُكناً

وَلَكن خابَ مثلها في كِفاحِه

No storms shook its pillars

Yet it failed in its struggle like them

ثُم كانَت يَدٌ سَأَسكتُ عَنها

هَدَّمته إِلى سَواء الترابِ

Then there was a hand, I shall stay silent about

That demolished it to the level of dust

أَينَ تِلكَ السَماء هَل كانَ ذاك

الصرح فيها مشيّداً مِن سَحابِ

Where is that sky, was that palace

Really built of clouds?

إِغفري لي فَإِن أَشقى المحبّين

محبٌّ حَياتُهُ ذكرياتُ

Forgive me, for the most wretched lover

Is a lover whose life is memories

أَينَما كُنتُ هيّج القَلب ذكرى

صَوَّرتها آثارُنا الباقياتُ

Wherever I was, the heart was stirred by memories

Depicted by our lasting vestiges

ما هُنا إِنَّها رُسومُ دُموعٍ

وَهُنا آه آنها قبلاتُ

And here, ah, they are kisses

And here a bird repeats a conversation

وَهُنا طائِرٌ يُعيد حَديثاً

لَم تَغب عَنهُ هَذِهِ الكَلِماتُ

From which these words have not been absent

Oh my life, do not get angry and come

يا حَياتي لا تَغضَبي وَتعالي

عانِقيني وَأَقصري مِن عِتابي

Embrace me and shorten your reproach

According to my heart, its torment, so forgive me

حسب قَلبي عَذابه فَاِغفِري لي

يا حَياتي فَقَد لَقيتُ عِقابي

Oh my life, for I have met my punishment