فَليْتَ الموتَ اذْ قُدِّرَ

فَليْتَ الموتَ اذْ قُدِّرَ

لم يُخلقْ لنا الاِلفُ

لم يُخلقْ لنا الاِلفُ

So, if only, when death was decreed,

If only death, when decreed,

affection had not been created for us!

Had not created for us affection,

ففي فُرقَة مَنْ نأ

ففي فُرقَة مَنْ نأ

لَفُ ما أهونُه الحَتفُ

لَفُ ما أهونُه الحَتفُ

For in parting from those we

For in the separation of one we love

love, how easy death is!

Is sorrow, however slight the end.