يا أَخي قَد وَهَبتُ ذَنبَ زَمانٍ

يا أَخي قَد وَهَبتُ ذَنبَ زَمانٍ

طَرَقَتني صُروفُهُ بِالمَهالِك

طَرَقَتني صُروفُهُ بِالمَهالِك

O my brother, I have forgiven the offense of time,

O my brother, I have forgiven the sins of an era

whose vicissitudes assailed me with deadly perils.

Whose turns have struck me with perdition

لَم يَهَب لي صُبابَةً مِن رُقادٍ

لَم يَهَب لي صُبابَةً مِن رُقادٍ

لَم يَجُد لي فيها بِطَيفِ خَيالِك

لَم يَجُد لي فيها بِطَيفِ خَيالِك

It never granted me a remnant of sleep

It did not grant me any youthful slumber

without bestowing on me, within it, the phantom of your image.

Nor did I find in it your phantom, my imagination

قَد قَنِعنا بِذَلِكَ النَزرِ مِنهُ

قَد قَنِعنا بِذَلِكَ النَزرِ مِنهُ

وَغَفَرنا لَهُ الذُنوبَ لِذَلِك

وَغَفَرنا لَهُ الذُنوبَ لِذَلِك

We have been content with that scant share from it,

We have been satisfied with that bit from it

and for that have forgiven it its sins.

And we forgave it the sins for that