بانُوا فصارَ الجِسْمُ مِنْ بَعْدِهِمْ

بانُوا فصارَ الجِسْمُ مِنْ بَعْدِهِمْ

ما تَصْنعُ الشّمْسُ لهُ فَيّا

ما تَصْنعُ الشّمْسُ لهُ فَيّا

They departed, and after them my body grew so frail

They are gone, and the body after them

that the sun casts no shadow for it.

Is naught to the sun overhead;

بأيِّ وَجْهٍ أَتلقّاهُمُ

بأيِّ وَجْهٍ أَتلقّاهُمُ

إذا رَأَوني بعْدَهُمْ حيّا

إذا رَأَوني بعْدَهُمْ حيّا

With what face shall I meet them

How shall I encounter them

when they see me still alive after their departure?

When they see me living after them?

وما جوابي إِذْ تَقولُ العِدَا

وما جوابي إِذْ تَقولُ العِدَا

ما صَنَعَ البَيْنُ بِهِ شَيّا

ما صَنَعَ البَيْنُ بِهِ شَيّا

And what will my answer be when the enemies say,

What shall I say to their enemies

"Separation has done nothing to him"?

When they say the separation hurt me not?

يا خَجْلَتي منهُ ومِنْ قولِهِ

يا خَجْلَتي منهُ ومِنْ قولِهِ

ما ضَرَّكَ الفَقْدُ لَنَا شَيّا

ما ضَرَّكَ الفَقْدُ لَنَا شَيّا

Oh, my shame before him and at his words:

O my shame that he said it,

"Losing us has done you no harm at all."

O my shame that loss of them hurt me not!