تَقولُ وَعَينُها تُذري دُموعاً

لَها نَسَقٌ عَلى الخَدَّينِ تَجري

You say, while your eyes shed tears

That flow down your cheeks

أَلَستَ أَقَرَّ مَن يَمشي لِعَيني

وَأَنتَ الهَمُّ في الدُنيا وَذِكري

Are you not closer than one who walks before my eyes?

Yet you are the worry in life and my remembrance

أَما لَكَ حاجَةٌ فيما لَدَينا

تَكُن لَكَ عِندَنا حَقّاً فَأَدري

Do you not need what we have?

Let there be a right for you with us that I know

أَمِن سَخَطٍ عَلَيَّ صَدَدتَ عَنّي

حَمَلتَ جِنازَتي وَشَهِدتَ قَبري

Is it from anger at me you turned away from me?

You carried my funeral and witnessed my grave

أَشَهراً كُلَّهُ إِلّا ثَلاثاً

أَقَمتَ عَلى مُصارَمَتي وَهَجري

Months in full but only three

You persisted in tormenting me and shunning me