1. هَجَرَت بَعدَكَ القُلوبُ الجُسوما

    حينَ أَمسَت مِنكَ الرُبوعُ رُسوما

    After you were gone, hearts forsook their bodies,

    when the dwellings, bereft of you, became mere traces.

  2. وَخَلَت مِن سَناكَ زُهرُ المَغاني

    فَاِستَحالَ النَهارُ لَيلاً بَهيما

    And the bright abodes were emptied of your radiance,

    so day turned into pitch-black night.

  3. يا هِلالاً أَودى بِهِ الخَسفُ لَمّا

    صارَ عِندَ الكَمالِ بَدراً وَسيما

    O crescent, struck down by eclipse just as

    you reached perfection, a handsome full moon;

  4. وَقَضيباً رُمنا لَذيذَ جَناهُ

    فَذَوى حينَ صارَ غُصناً قَويما

    and tender shoot whose sweet fruit we sought,

    you withered when you became an upright bough.

  5. ما ظَنَنّا المَنونَ تَرقى إِلى البَد

    رِ وَأَنَّ الحِمامَ يَغشى النُجوما

    We never thought death could ascend to the full

    moon, or that doom could envelop the stars.

  6. هَدَّ قَلبي مَن كانَ يُؤنِسُ قَلبي

    إِذ نَبَذناهُ بِالعَراءِ سَقيما

    He who comforted my heart has shattered my heart,

    when we cast him, ailing, upon the bare ground.

  7. وَنَأى يوسُفي فَقَد ذَهَبَت عَي

    نايَ مِن حُزنِهِ وَكُنتُ كَظيما

    And my Joseph has gone far away; my

    eyes have gone blind with grief for him, and I choked back sorrow.

  8. يا صَغيراً حَوى عَظيمَ صِفاتٍ

    أَوجَبَت في قُلوبِنا التَعظيما

    O little one who possessed great qualities

    that demanded reverence in our hearts:

  9. خُلُقاً طاهِراً وَكَفّاً صَناعاً

    وَلِساناً طَلقاً وَطَبعاً سَليما

    a pure character and a skillful hand,

    and a fluent tongue and a sound disposition.

  10. كُنتَ رَقّي فَصِرتَ مالِكَ رِقّي

    بِحِجىً مِنكَ يَستَخِفُّ الحُلوما

    You were my bondsman, then became the master of my bondage,

    with an intellect of yours that made other minds seem slight,

  11. وَيَدَينِ ثَنَت عِنانَ يَراعٍ

    أَنبَتَت في الطُروسِ دُرّاً نَظيما

    and two hands that turned the reins of a reed pen,

    making strung pearls sprout upon the pages;

  12. وَمَقالٍ إِذا دَعاهُ لَبيبٌ

    ظَنَّ أَنّي مِنكَ اِستَفَدتُ العُلوما

    and speech that, when a discerning man called it forth,

    made him think I had learned the sciences from you.

  13. وَإِذا ما تَلَوتُ نَظمي وَنَثري

    خالَني مِنكَ أَطلُبُ التَعليما

    And when I recited my verse and my prose,

    he imagined I was seeking instruction from you.

  14. يا خَليلَاً مازالَ خَصماً لِخَصمي

    كَيفَ صَيَّرتَ لي الغَرامَ غَريما

    O friend, ever a foe to my foe,

    how did you make longing my creditor?

  15. كَيفَ جَرَّعتَني الحَميمَ مِنَ الحُز

    نِ وَقَد كُنتَ لي صَديقاً حَميما

    How did you make me swallow the boiling water of

    grief, when you had been my close friend?

  16. نِمتَ عَن حاجَتي فَأَحدَثتَ عِندي

    لِتَنائيكَ مُقعِداً وَمُقيما

    You slept, heedless of my need, and left me,

    through your remoteness, restless—now sitting, now rising.

  17. وَتَرَحَّلتَ عَن فِنائي رَحيلاً

    صَيَّرَ الحُزنَ في الفُؤادِ مُقيما

    And you departed from my courtyard—a departure

    that made sorrow a resident in my heart.

  18. لَستُ أَنساكَ وَالمَنِيَّةُ تُخفي

    مِنكَ نُطقاً عَذباً وَصَوتاً رَخيما

    I will not forget you, while death conceals

    your sweet speech and your mellow voice.

  19. وَمَسَحتُ الجَبينَ مِنكَ بِكَفّي

    فَأَعادَ المَسيحُ قَلبي كَليما

    And I stroked your brow with my palm,

    so the one I stroked—the 'Messiah'—left my heart wounded.

  20. كُنتُ أَمَّلتُ أَن تُشَيّعَ نَعشي

    وَتَواري في التُربِ عَظمي الرَميما

    I had hoped that you would accompany my bier,

    and bury my crumbling bones in the earth.

  21. وَتَوَقَّعتُ أَن أَرُدَّ بِكَ الخَط

    بَ فَأَمسى نَواكَ خَطباً جَسيما

    And I had expected, with your help, to ward off

    calamity; instead, your absence became a grievous calamity.

  22. قَد تَبَوَّأتَ قاطِناً جَنَّةَ الخُل

    دِ فَأَورَثتَ في فُؤادي الجَحيما

    You have taken up residence in the Garden of

    Eternity, bequeathing hellfire to my heart.

  23. وَتَفَرَّدتَ بِالنَعيمِ مِنَ العَي

    شِ وَأَبقَيتَ لي العَذابَ الأَليما

    And you alone have enjoyed the bliss of

    life, and left me painful torment.

  24. فَسَقى عَهدَكَ العِهادُ فَقَد فُز

    تَ بِزُلفى الجِنانِ فَوزاً عَظيما

    So may the returning rains water your memory, for you have

    won nearness to the Gardens—a mighty triumph.

  25. وَعَلَيكَ السَلامُ حَيّاً وَمَيتاً

    وَرَضيعاً وَيافِعاً وَفَطيما

    And peace be upon you, alive and dead,

    and as a nursling, an adolescent, and a weaned child.