ما يُنكِرُ الأخْلِياءُ من كمَدي

ما يُنكِرُ الأخْلِياءُ من كمَدي

لا جَزَعِي مُسْعِدِي ولا جَلَدِي

لا جَزَعِي مُسْعِدِي ولا جَلَدِي

What do the carefree find strange in my grief?

My friends do not deny my determination

Neither my distress nor my endurance helps me.

Neither my courage nor my patience.

خانَ اصطباري وغاضَ بعد نَوى ال

خانَ اصطباري وغاضَ بعد نَوى ال

أَحبابِ دَمعي وكان من عُدَدي

أَحبابِ دَمعي وكان من عُدَدي

My patience betrayed me; dried up, after the parting of the

My endurance has been betrayed and after intention

loved ones, were my tears—once among my resources.

My teardrops joined my beloved's count.

وكلَّما أُضرِمتْ حَشَايَ لذِكْ

وكلَّما أُضرِمتْ حَشَايَ لذِكْ

راهُم تأَوَّهتُ ثمَّ قلت قَدي

راهُم تأَوَّهتُ ثمَّ قلت قَدي

And whenever my vitals were set ablaze at the remembrance

And whenever the fires of remembrance were kindled

of them, I groaned, then said, 'Enough for me!'

I sighed, then said "enough of my self-pity!"

فلو رَمَتْ بالشّرارِ بَعدَهُمُ

فلو رَمَتْ بالشّرارِ بَعدَهُمُ

أحْنَاءُ صَدري ما قلت وَيْكِ قَدِي

أحْنَاءُ صَدري ما قلت وَيْكِ قَدِي

And even if, after they left, sparks were hurled by

Had my chest sparked after them

the hollows of my breast, I would not say, 'Woe to you! Enough for me!'

I wouldn't have said "poor me!" to my ashes.

أحبَابَنَا دَعوةً أُحِسُّ لها

أحبَابَنَا دَعوةً أُحِسُّ لها

لو أسمَعَتكُم بَرْداً على كَبِدي

لو أسمَعَتكُم بَرْداً على كَبِدي

O our loved ones! A call through which I would feel,

My loved ones, I feel a yearning for them

if it reached your ears, coolness upon my liver.

If you heard it, it would chill your liver.

آهٍ لِعَيْشِي ما كانَ انْعَمَهُ

آهٍ لِعَيْشِي ما كانَ انْعَمَهُ

بقُربِكُم والزَّمانُ طَوعُ يَدِي

بقُربِكُم والزَّمانُ طَوعُ يَدِي

Ah for my life—how blissful it was,

Alas for my life, it knew no comfort

near you, with time obedient to my hand!

In your company when time was at my command.

أَيّامَ وِرْدِي من ماءِ أَوجُهِكُم

أَيّامَ وِرْدِي من ماءِ أَوجُهِكُم

عَذبٌ وقلبِي بعد الوُرُودِ صَدي

عَذبٌ وقلبِي بعد الوُرُودِ صَدي

In the days when my draught from the water of your faces

The days of my visits, from the water of your faces

was sweet, yet my heart remained thirsty after drinking.

Were sweet, though after the visits my heart panged.

ففَرّقَتْنَا النَّوَى فَواظَمَئي

ففَرّقَتْنَا النَّوَى فَواظَمَئي

إِلى ارتِشَافِ العُقَارِ مِن بَرَدِ

إِلى ارتِشَافِ العُقَارِ مِن بَرَدِ

Then separation parted us—oh, my thirst

Destiny separated us, so I have craved

to sip wine from hail-white teeth!

A sip of brandy for my pain and fever.

ويا أَخِي البَرِّ بِي أُعيذُكَ مِن

ويا أَخِي البَرِّ بِي أُعيذُكَ مِن

لَومي فكُلُّ العُقوقِ في فَنَدِي

لَومي فكُلُّ العُقوقِ في فَنَدِي

And O my brother, kind to me, I seek to shield you from

And oh virtuous brother, I entrust you

blaming me, for all unkindness lies in reproaching me.

Not to blame me, for all disloyalty stems from my misfortune.

أَفِض مَعِي عَبرةَ التَّجمُّلِ إِس

أَفِض مَعِي عَبرةَ التَّجمُّلِ إِس

عافاً لباكٍ بعَبْرَةِ الكَمَدِ

عافاً لباكٍ بعَبْرَةِ الكَمَدِ

Shed with me a tear of courtesy, in

Shed with me a tear of resignation, in solace

aid of one weeping a tear of anguish.

For one who weeps in resignation.