1. أَلا يا غُرابَ البَينِ لَونُكَ شاحِبُ

    وَأَنتَ بِلَوعاتِ الفِراقِ جَديرُ

    Ah, raven of parting, your color is pale,

    and you deserve the pangs of separation.

  2. فَإِن كانَ حَقّاً ما تَقولُ فَأَصبَحَت

    هُمومُكَ شَتّى بَثُّهُنَّ كَثيرُ

    So if what you say is true, then may

    your cares become manifold, their anguish great;

  3. وَدُرتَ بِأَعداءٍ حَبيبُكَ فيهُمُ

    كَما قَد تَراني بِالعَدوِّ أَدورُ

    and may you wander among enemies, your beloved among them,

    just as you may see me wandering among foes.