دعني خليلي إذا استوفيت أيامي

دعني خليلي إذا استوفيت أيامي

وقر ثائر أشجاني وآلامي

وقر ثائر أشجاني وآلامي

Let me, my dear friend, when I have lived out my days,

Let me, my friend, when I have lived my days

And the tumult of my sorrows and pains has subsided,

And soothed my raging sorrows and my pains,

وصرت لا الصيف يؤذيني بوقدته

وصرت لا الصيف يؤذيني بوقدته

ولا الشتاء بتوكافٍ وإرزام

ولا الشتاء بتوكافٍ وإرزام

And summer no longer hurts me with its scorching heat,

And when no more the summer with its heat annoys me

Nor winter with its downpours and thunder,

Nor the winter with its rain and numbing cold,

ولا يحركني بغضٌ ولا مقةٌ

ولا يحركني بغضٌ ولا مقةٌ

ولا تريق همومي دمع أقلامي

ولا تريق همومي دمع أقلامي

And neither hatred nor affection stirs me,

When neither hatred stirs me nor rancor moves me,

Nor do my cares spill the tears of my pens,

Nor tears of grief my writings can unfold,

ولا يسهدني ضيمٌ يراد بنا

ولا يسهدني ضيمٌ يراد بنا

ولا أبالي بأرزاقٍ وأقسام

ولا أبالي بأرزاقٍ وأقسام

Nor does injustice aimed at us keep me awake,

When no injustice grieves me that is wrought

Nor do I care about livelihoods and allotted shares,

Against us nor do I care for wealth or gold,

أحيا بقلبك إن ضاق الزمان بنا

أحيا بقلبك إن ضاق الزمان بنا

وطأطأ الموت من أشراف أحلامي

وطأطأ الموت من أشراف أحلامي

live on in your heart, if the times grow hard for us,

Through your love let me live when time's too narrow

And death has brought low the lofty peaks of my dreams.

And death o'ershadows my most splendid dreams,

وإن تقدمني في الشعر قالته

وإن تقدمني في الشعر قالته

وفاتني كل عنان وأمام

وفاتني كل عنان وأمام

And even if its poets have surpassed me in poetry,

And if in verse another me outdo

And every rein and place in the lead has eluded me,

Leaving me devoid of power it seems,

فاحفظ قصيدهم من أجل جودته

فاحفظ قصيدهم من أجل جودته

واحفظ قصيدي لحبي لا لأحكامي

واحفظ قصيدي لحبي لا لأحكامي

Then preserve their verse for its excellence,

For its art preserve that other's poetry

And preserve my verse for love of me, not for my judgments.

But mine preserve for the love that in it gleams.