ماتَت مَلاحَتُهُ يَكونُ لَكَ البَقا

ماتَت مَلاحَتُهُ يَكونُ لَكَ البَقا

وَأَتى العِذارُ يَقولُ مَن عاشَ اِلتَقى

وَأَتى العِذارُ يَقولُ مَن عاشَ اِلتَقى

His beauty has died; may you live on.

His seamanship perished, your existence remains

And cheek-down came, saying, “Whoever lives shall meet.”

The excuse came saying, whoever lived met

وَبَدا السَوادُ عَلى نَقاءِ خُدودِهِ

وَبَدا السَوادُ عَلى نَقاءِ خُدودِهِ

فَجَديدُهُ لِجَديدِها قَد أَخلَقا

فَجَديدُهُ لِجَديدِها قَد أَخلَقا

And blackness appeared upon the purity of his cheeks,

And blackness appeared on the purity of his cheeks

So its newness has worn out their freshness.

So its newness for her newness created

وَتَنَكَّرَت صِفَةُ الغُوَيرِ فَلَم يَكُن

وَتَنَكَّرَت صِفَةُ الغُوَيرِ فَلَم يَكُن

ذاكَ الغُوَيرَ وَلا النَقا ذاكَ النَقا

ذاكَ الغُوَيرَ وَلا النَقا ذاكَ النَقا

And al-Ghuwayr’s appearance grew unfamiliar; no longer was

And the quality of passion changed so it was not

that al-Ghuwayr, nor was al-Naqa that same al-Naqa.

That passion nor that purity that purity