كَساني اِبنُ حَربٍ طَيلَساناً كَأَنَّهُ

كَساني اِبنُ حَربٍ طَيلَساناً كَأَنَّهُ

فَتىً عاشِقٌ بالٍ مِنَ الوَجدِ كَالشَنِّ

فَتىً عاشِقٌ بالٍ مِنَ الوَجدِ كَالشَنِّ

Ibn Harb clothed me in a mantle, as though it were

Ibn Harb clothed me in a coat of mail as though I were

a lovesick youth, worn by longing like an old waterskin,

A love-sick youth crazed with passion, raving mad.

يُغَنّي لِإِبراهيمَ حينَ لَبِستُهُ

يُغَنّي لِإِبراهيمَ حينَ لَبِستُهُ

ذَهَبتُ مِنَ الدُنيا وَما ذَهَبَت مِنّي

ذَهَبتُ مِنَ الدُنيا وَما ذَهَبَت مِنّي

singing a song of Ibrahim's when I put it on:

I sang for Ibrahim when he arrayed me,

"I have left this world, yet it has not left me."

But though I am departed from the world, the world is not departed from me.