أحبابناour beloved ones ماnot زالceased داعيherald of النوىseparation
أحبابنا ما زال داعي النوى
يهيجُstirs up للأنفسِfor the souls أشواقهاtheir longings
يهيجُ للأنفسِ أشواقها
Our beloved ones, the herald of separation still
Our loved ones, the caller of intent
stirs the souls’ longings.
Still stirs in souls their longing
فماso not رأتhas seen عينيmy eye فيماamong what رأتit has seen
فما رأت عيني فيما رأت
بعدكمُafter you منany حَسَنٍa beautiful thing راقَهاdelighted it
بعدكمُ من حَسَنٍ راقَها
So my eye has not seen, among all it has seen,
For my eyes have never seen
since you left, any beautiful thing that delighted it.
After you, a beauty so striking
Sol 6.1