الدَمعُ مُذ بَعُدَ الخَليطُ قَريبُ

الدَمعُ مُذ بَعُدَ الخَليطُ قَريبُ

وَالشَوقُ يَدعو وَالزَفيرُ يُجيبُ

وَالشَوقُ يَدعو وَالزَفيرُ يُجيبُ

Since my companions went far away, tears are near.

Since you left, my tears flow near

And longing calls, and sighing answers.

Yearning calls, sighing answers clear

ما كُنتُ أَعلَمُ أَنَّ يَومَ فِراقِكُم

ما كُنتُ أَعلَمُ أَنَّ يَومَ فِراقِكُم

تُبقي عَلَيَّ نَواظِرٌ وَقُلوبُ

تُبقي عَلَيَّ نَواظِرٌ وَقُلوبُ

I did not know that, on the day of parting from you,

I did not know that your farewell day

eyes and hearts would spare me.

Would leave me with watching eyes that stay

إِن لَم تَكُن كَبِدي غَداةَ وَداعِكُم

إِن لَم تَكُن كَبِدي غَداةَ وَداعِكُم

ذابَت فَأَعلَمُ أَنَّها سَتَذوبُ

ذابَت فَأَعلَمُ أَنَّها سَتَذوبُ

If, on the morning of your farewell, my liver did not

If my liver was not melted when you went away

melt, then I know that it will melt.

Then know it will melt and decay

داءٌ طَلَبتُ لَهُ الأُساةَ فَلَم يَكُن

داءٌ طَلَبتُ لَهُ الأُساةَ فَلَم يَكُن

إِلّا التَعَلُّلُ بِالدُموعِ طَبيبُ

إِلّا التَعَلُّلُ بِالدُموعِ طَبيبُ

An illness for which I sought physicians; yet there was

An illness that I sought relief to heal

no healer but the solace found in tears.

Only weeping tears could help me feel

إِما أَقَمتُ فَإِنَّ دَمعي غالِبٌ

إِما أَقَمتُ فَإِنَّ دَمعي غالِبٌ

لِعَواذِلي وَتَجَلُّدي مَغلوبُ

لِعَواذِلي وَتَجَلُّدي مَغلوبُ

If I stay, my tears are victorious

Whether I stayed my tears were unrestrained

over my reproachers, while my fortitude is defeated.

My patience and composure they had gained

أَبقوا عَليلاً بَعدَهُم لا بُرؤُهُ

أَبقوا عَليلاً بَعدَهُم لا بُرؤُهُ

يُرجى وَلا الآمالُ فيهِ تَخيبُ

يُرجى وَلا الآمالُ فيهِ تَخيبُ

They left an ailing man behind them, whose recovery is not

You left me sick, no hope or life anew

hoped for, nor do hopes placed in him fail.

No wishes or dreams left to pursue

كَطَريدِ يَومِ الوِردِ طالَ هُيامُهُ

كَطَريدِ يَومِ الوِردِ طالَ هُيامُهُ

فَغَدا يَحومُ عَلى الرَدى وَيَلوبُ

فَغَدا يَحومُ عَلى الرَدى وَيَلوبُ

Like one driven off on watering day, whose raging thirst has lasted long,

Like game on the hunted runtime day

so he came to hover about death and circle thirstily.

Now hovering o'er traces in disarray

بِفُؤادِهِ وَبِصَفحَتَيهِ مِنَ الصَدى

بِفُؤادِهِ وَبِصَفحَتَيهِ مِنَ الصَدى

وَمِنَ الرِماءِ عَنِ الحِياضِ نُدوبُ

وَمِنَ الرِماءِ عَنِ الحِياضِ نُدوبُ

In his heart and on both his flanks, from thirst

With his heart and cheek full of traces shown

and from being pelted away from the watering pools, are scars.

Of arrows and stones from the meadow thrown

أَسوانُ يُفتِقُ صَبرُهُ إِفتاقَةً

أَسوانُ يُفتِقُ صَبرُهُ إِفتاقَةً

أَمَماً وَبِغَمزُ بِالجَوى فَيَغيبُ

أَمَماً وَبِغَمزُ بِالجَوى فَيَغيبُ

He is grief-stricken; his patience rallies for a spell,

He whimpers his patience starts to crack

a brief one; then, with anguish's prodding, it vanishes.

Hopes are dashed as tearful memories come back