تَرَحٌ طُعِنتُ بِهِ وَهَمٌّ وارِدُ

تَرَحٌ طُعِنتُ بِهِ وَهَمٌّ وارِدُ

إِذ قيلَ إِنَّ اِبنَ المُعَذَّلِ واجِدُ

إِذ قيلَ إِنَّ اِبنَ المُعَذَّلِ واجِدُ

Grief has pierced me, and worry approaches,

A hope with which I was stabbed, and a thought that came to me,

since it was said that Ibn al-Muʿadhdhal is offended.

When it was said that Ibn al-Mu'aththal would be found.

هَيهاتَ أَن أَجِدَ السَبيلَ إِلى الكَرى

هَيهاتَ أَن أَجِدَ السَبيلَ إِلى الكَرى

وَاِبنُ المُعَذَّلِ مِن مُزاحي حارِدُ

وَاِبنُ المُعَذَّلِ مِن مُزاحي حارِدُ

How far I am from finding the way to slumber,

Alas! I shall never find the way to you, O Kara.

while Ibn al-Muʿadhdhal is angry because of my jesting.

And Ibn al-Mu'aththal is ever averse to me.