لا شَكَّ أَنّي ثاكِلٌ عُمري

لا شَكَّ أَنّي ثاكِلٌ عُمري

وَمُبَوَّأٌ عَن عاجِلٍ قَبري

وَمُبَوَّأٌ عَن عاجِلٍ قَبري

No doubt I am bereft of my life,

No doubt I’m forsaken, my life put to waste,

And shall soon be lodged in my grave.

And banished from sight of my final resting place.

هَجَرَ الحَبيبُ فَمِتُّ مِن شَعَفٍ

هَجَرَ الحَبيبُ فَمِتُّ مِن شَعَفٍ

لَمّا حُرِمتُ عَزيمَةَ الصَبرِ

لَمّا حُرِمتُ عَزيمَةَ الصَبرِ

The beloved forsook me, so I died of consuming passion,

My love left me; I died of yearning's ache—

When I was deprived of the resolve to endure.

When patience failed me, its pact I did break.

فَإِذا قَضَيتُ فَنادِ يا حَزَنا

فَإِذا قَضَيتُ فَنادِ يا حَزَنا

هَذا قَتيلُ الصَدِّ وَالهَجرِ

هَذا قَتيلُ الصَدِّ وَالهَجرِ

So when I die, cry out: “O sorrow!

When I am gone, cry aloud, O my sadness:

This is one slain by rejection and abandonment.”

"Here lies a victim of firmness and gladness!"

وَالبَدرُ في حِلٍّ وَفي سَعَةٍ

وَالبَدرُ في حِلٍّ وَفي سَعَةٍ

مِن سَفكِهِ دَمَ عَبدِهِ الحُرِّ

مِن سَفكِهِ دَمَ عَبدِهِ الحُرِّ

And the full moon is blameless and at liberty

The moon's full or slender, in freedom or chains—

To shed the blood of his freeborn slave.

It cares not for spilling the blood of its slain.