يا مَن بِهِ عاشَ مَيتُ ذِكرى

يا مَن بِهِ عاشَ مَيتُ ذِكرى

وَمَن إِلَيهِ رُجوعُ أَمري

وَمَن إِلَيهِ رُجوعُ أَمري

O you through whom my dead renown came to life,

O you through whom the dead lived in memory

And to whom my affairs return,

And to whom my affairs shall return

عِندي اَخٌ كُلَّما دَعاني

عِندي اَخٌ كُلَّما دَعاني

بالَغَ في خِدمَتي وَبِرّي

بالَغَ في خِدمَتي وَبِرّي

I have a brother who, whenever he invites me,

I have a brother, whenever he calls me

Spares no effort in serving me and showing me kindness.

He is extremely dutiful and kind to me

وَلَيسَ عِندي سِوى قَوافٍ

وَلَيسَ عِندي سِوى قَوافٍ

أَبذُلُها مِن دِنانِ فِكري

أَبذُلُها مِن دِنانِ فِكري

And I have nothing but rhymes,

And I have nothing to offer except rhymes

Which I offer from the wine jars of my thought,

That flow from my mind’s coins

بَينَ تَحايا مِنَ المَعاني

بَينَ تَحايا مِنَ المَعاني

قَد أَشرَقَت في صُدورِ شِعري

قَد أَشرَقَت في صُدورِ شِعري

Amid greetings made of meanings

Among greetings laden with meanings

That have shone in the bosoms of my verse.

That shone in the breasts of my poetry

فَإِن تَدارَكَتني بِراحٍ

فَإِن تَدارَكَتني بِراحٍ

تُريحُني مِن عَذابِ سِرّي

تُريحُني مِن عَذابِ سِرّي

So if you come to my aid with wine

So if you relieve me with some comfort

That relieves me of my secret torment,

That would ease me of my secret torment

حَبَستُ ما لي عَلَيكَ مِمّا

حَبَستُ ما لي عَلَيكَ مِمّا

مَلَكتُ مِن مُستَغَلِّ شُكري

مَلَكتُ مِن مُستَغَلِّ شُكري

I shall dedicate to you what is mine

I have held back what I owe you

From what I possess of my gratitude's yield.

Of my exploited gratitude’s possession