وبمهجتي مَنْ لا أريدُ لمهجتِي

وبمهجتي مَنْ لا أريدُ لمهجتِي

طِيْبَ الحياةِ وَروْحَهَا من بَعْدِهِ

طِيْبَ الحياةِ وَروْحَهَا من بَعْدِهِ

And my life's blood for him—I do not wish for my soul

With my being I wish not for one my being denies

Life's sweetness or its solace after he is gone.

The sweetness of life and its spirit after him

وردَ النَّعِيُّ وكنتُ آمُل أنْ أرَى

وردَ النَّعِيُّ وكنتُ آمُل أنْ أرَى

وَجْهَ المبشِّرِ مقبِلاً من عندِهِ

وَجْهَ المبشِّرِ مقبِلاً من عندِهِ

News of death arrived while I was hoping to see

News of demise arrived while I hoped to see

The face of the bearer of glad tidings approaching from him.

The face of the herald returning from his side

لم يكفني أن عِشْتُ بعدَ فِراقهِ

لم يكفني أن عِشْتُ بعدَ فِراقهِ

حتى ابتُلِيتُ من الشَّقاءِ بفَقْدِهِ

حتى ابتُلِيتُ من الشَّقاءِ بفَقْدِهِ

It was not enough that I lived on after parting from him;

It sufficed me not that after his leaving I lived

I was further afflicted, through misfortune, with his loss.

Until with misery from losing him I was tried

فَلْتُظهرِ الأيامُ أقصى كيدِهَا

فَلْتُظهرِ الأيامُ أقصى كيدِهَا

وليبْلُغِ المقدارُ غايةَ جُهْدِهِ

وليبْلُغِ المقدارُ غايةَ جُهْدِهِ

So let the days reveal their utmost guile,

So let the days reveal their utmost schemes

And let fate exert itself to the utmost.

And let the ordained reach the end of its stride

لم يبقَ لي شيءٌ أُسَرُّ بقربِه

لم يبقَ لي شيءٌ أُسَرُّ بقربِه

من بعدِ يومِكَ أو أُسَاءُ لبُعْدِهِ

من بعدِ يومِكَ أو أُسَاءُ لبُعْدِهِ

Nothing remains for me whose nearness gladdens me,

Naught is left that gladdens me by its nearness

Since the day of your death, or whose distance grieves me.

After your day or saddens me by its divide