عَلقته رَشأ كَاللَيث ذا لبد

عَلقته رَشأ كَاللَيث ذا لبد

أَخنى عَلَيهِ الَّذي أَخنى عَلى لبدِ

أَخنى عَلَيهِ الَّذي أَخنى عَلى لبدِ

I loved him, a young gazelle like a lion with a mane.

His murky fangs, like a lion’s, were bared,

What laid Lubad low has laid him low.

and the one who wept was he who made others weep.

فَصارَ في حالَة يُرثى لَها أَسَفاً

فَصارَ في حالَة يُرثى لَها أَسَفاً

وَطالَما كانَ لا يرثي إِلى أَحَدِ

وَطالَما كانَ لا يرثي إِلى أَحَدِ

So he came to be in a state deserving sorrowful pity,

Now he is in a pitiful state, worthy of lamentation,

Though for so long he had shown pity to no one.

though long he lamented no one.