قَد غابَ عَن مُقلَتي مَن كان ناظِرُها

قَد غابَ عَن مُقلَتي مَن كان ناظِرُها

وَعَوَّضت مِنهُ طُول اللَيل وَالأَرَق

وَعَوَّضت مِنهُ طُول اللَيل وَالأَرَق

Gone from my eye is the one who was its pupil.

He who was the beholder of my eyes has vanished from them

And in his place I was given the long night and sleeplessness.

And I have compensated for him with long nights and sleeplessness

فَسحت الدَمعَ حَتّى كَفَ مِن عَذلي

فَسحت الدَمعَ حَتّى كَفَ مِن عَذلي

مَن كانَ يَعذِلُني مِن خيفة الغَرَق

مَن كانَ يَعذِلُني مِن خيفة الغَرَق

Then it poured out tears until he ceased reproaching me—

I let my tears flow until he who was blaming me for fear of drowning stopped

He who had reproached me—for fear of drowning.

I wondered, when the heart departed from my body

عَجِبتُ لَما نَأوا بِالقَلب عَن بَدَني

عَجِبتُ لَما نَأوا بِالقَلب عَن بَدَني

للجسم بَعد فُراق القَلب كَيفَ بَقي

للجسم بَعد فُراق القَلب كَيفَ بَقي

I marveled, when they bore my heart far from my body,

How can the body survive after the heart’s separation?

At how the body survived after parting with the heart.

I say while passion burns inflamed in my entrails

أَقول وَالشَوق في الأَحشاءِ مُلتَهِبٌ

أَقول وَالشَوق في الأَحشاءِ مُلتَهِبٌ

وَلَيسَ لي أَمَلٌ تطفى بِهِ حَرقي

وَلَيسَ لي أَمَلٌ تطفى بِهِ حَرقي

I say, while longing blazes in my entrails,

And I have no hope that will extinguish my burning

And I have no hope through which my burning anguish might be quenched:

May you, O best one whose aid I hope for to repel harm

عَساكَ يا خَير مَن يُرجى لِدَفع أَذى

عَساكَ يا خَير مَن يُرجى لِدَفع أَذى

تَتيح لي فَرجاً يَحيا بِهِ رَمَقي

تَتيح لي فَرجاً يَحيا بِهِ رَمَقي

May you, O best of those looked to for warding off harm,

Grant me relief by which my remnant of life may live

Grant me relief that revives my last spark of life.