دَعِيني مِنَ العَذلِ أَينَ الكَبيرُ

دَعِيني مِنَ العَذلِ أَينَ الكَبيرُ

بِحُرمَةِ مَعبودِك الأَكبَرِ

بِحُرمَةِ مَعبودِك الأَكبَرِ

Spare me reproach—where is the great one?

Let me weep for glory now withdrawn

By the sanctity of your supreme deity.

By Him whose worship you call most adored,

فَلَستُ بِباكٍ عَلى ظاعِنٍ

فَلَستُ بِباكٍ عَلى ظاعِنٍ

وَلا طَلَلٍ مَحوِلٍ مُقفِر

وَلا طَلَلٍ مَحوِلٍ مُقفِر

For I do not weep for one departing,

My tears lament no faithless love forlorn,

Nor for a timeworn, deserted ruin.

No home left tenantless and cold and bare;

وَلكِن بُكائي عَلى ماجِدٍ

وَلكِن بُكائي عَلى ماجِدٍ

أَرادَ نَوالاً فَلَم يَقدِرِ

أَرادَ نَوالاً فَلَم يَقدِرِ

But my weeping is for a noble man

But the proud fortunes of a day outworn

Who wished to give generously, but could not.

That sought ambition's prize and failed to share.