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Their homes are far away, yet my torment is near,

بعدت دارهم ووجدي قريب

1. Their homes are far away, yet my torment is near,
And my passion is my home, though patience is a stranger here.

١. بَعُدَتْ دارهُمْ ووجدي قريبُ
والجوى مَوطِني وَصَبري غَريبُ

2. What is there that hurts me more
Than a lover from whom the beloved has grown apart?

٢. أَيُّ شيءٍ يَكون أَفجعَ عندي
من مُحِبٍّ قَد بانَ عَنه الحَبيبُ

3. Our eyes are equally sick with yearning
Since our hearts have been sundered by separation.

٣. قَد تَساوَتْ بالسقم منَّا عيونٌ
حينَ بانَتْ بالبَيْنِ منَّا قلوبُ