يا غائِباً وَجَميلُهُ

يا غائِباً وَجَميلُهُ

ما غابَ في بُعدٍ وَقُربِ

ما غابَ في بُعدٍ وَقُربِ

O absent one, whose kindness

O absent one, though far, still dear art thou

has not been absent, far or near.

To me, though lost in distance near or far

أَشكو لَكَ الشَوقَ الَّذي

أَشكو لَكَ الشَوقَ الَّذي

لاقَيتَهُ وَالذَنبُ ذَنبي

لاقَيتَهُ وَالذَنبُ ذَنبي

I complain to you of the longing that

For thee still longs this heart that constant glows

you have endured—and the fault is mine.

And for thy sake bears many an inward scar

فَعَسى بِفَضلٍ مِنكَ أَن

فَعَسى بِفَضلٍ مِنكَ أَن

تَرعى رَفيقَكَ وَهوَ قَلبي

تَرعى رَفيقَكَ وَهوَ قَلبي

So perhaps, through your kindness,

Perchance thy grace may pity thy poor friend

you will watch over your companion, who is my heart.

And comfort give to my sad heart forlorn

وَاِسأَلهُ عَن أَخبارِهِ

وَاِسأَلهُ عَن أَخبارِهِ

وَاِستَغنِ عَن مَضمونِ كُتُبي

وَاِستَغنِ عَن مَضمونِ كُتُبي

And ask him how he fares,

Ask of my state and what my letters send

and dispense with the contents of my letters.

But read them not, their tale is only mourn