فرح بلقاء ابن العم لو لو كضيف

فرح بلقاء ابن العم لو لو كضيف

In the still of night, with no neighbors near,

I dwell in a desolate home, poor from former years.

Beneath the rain, a tree of yellow leaves,

Beneath the lamp, a man with white-haired griefs.

Because I have long sunk into solitude,

I am ashamed you visit me so often.

In life I have always had my deep bonds,

And moreover, we are Cai's kin.