فَواهاً لذاكَ الموردِ العذبِ إذ غدا

فَواهاً لذاكَ الموردِ العذبِ إذ غدا

صَفاهُ بأقوالِ الوشاةِ مكدّرا

صَفاهُ بأقوالِ الوشاةِ مكدّرا

Alas for that sweet watering place, now that

Oh how sweet that spring once flowed,

its clarity has been clouded by the slanderers’ words.

Though slander's tongues have left it muddied.

وَواها لأيّامٍ تقضّت بمربعٍ

وَواها لأيّامٍ تقضّت بمربعٍ

مِنَ الوصلِ أَضحى اليوم مَغناهُ مُقفرا

مِنَ الوصلِ أَضحى اليوم مَغناهُ مُقفرا

And alas for days that passed in an abode

Woe to days that slipped within a square

of union, whose dwelling now lies deserted.

Of closeness - today its melody lies barren.