شِئْتُ فِي حَالَتِي سُرُورٍ وَحُزْنٍ

وَمَقَامي تَفَرُّقٍ وَتَلاَقِي

I took joy and sorrow in my state,

And my place of separation and union.

حُمَّ بِيْنٌ فَشِبْتُ مِنْ حَذَرِ البَيْ

نِ وَمَنْ لاَ يَشِيْبُ عِنْدَ الفِرَاقِ

Grey hairs sprouted when I feared parting,

And he who does not grey with parting,

واعْتَنَقْنَا فَشِبْتُ مِنْ طِيْبِ أَنْفَا

سِكِ لَمَّا حَبَوْتِنِي بِالْعِنَاقِ

When we embraced, your sweet breath

Made my hair grey when you hugged me.

هِيَ طِيْبٌ وَالطَّيْبُ وَالْبَيْنُ شَيْبٌ

مُعْجِلٌ لِلْمُلُوكِ وَالْعُشَّاقِ

It is sweet, and sweetness and parting bring

Quick greying to kings and lovers.