بَكَيتُ نَعَم بَكَيتُ وَكُلُّ إِلفٍ

بَكَيتُ نَعَم بَكَيتُ وَكُلُّ إِلفٍ

إِذا بانَت قَرينَتُهُ بَكاها

إِذا بانَت قَرينَتُهُ بَكاها

I wept—yes, I wept—and every lover,

I cried yes I cried and every friend

when his companion departs, weeps for her.

When his companion appeared cried for her

وَما فارَقتُ لُبنى عَن تَقالٍ

وَما فارَقتُ لُبنى عَن تَقالٍ

وَلَكِن شِقوَةٌ بَلَغَت مَداها

وَلَكِن شِقوَةٌ بَلَغَت مَداها

And I did not part from Lubna out of mutual aversion,

And I did not part from Lubna out of boredom

but misfortune had reached its utmost.

But misery reached its extent