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O my heart that yearns for him, distress prevails

يا ظاعنا قلبي عليه هودج

1. O my heart that yearns for him, distress prevails
How did you find peace when his fire rages?

١. يا ظاعِناً قَلبي عليه هَودجُ
أَنّى سَلِمتَ وَنارُه تتأَجَّجُ

2. The hands of misfortune made their way with him
Towards my gentle sadness their course proceeds

٢. سلكت به أَيدي المَطايا منهجاً
فيهِ لِطَيفِ الحُزنِ نَحوي منهجُ

3. He is like the moon of darkness traveling
Across the sphere of setting, its towers crumbling

٣. فَكأَنَّه بَدرُ الدُجى يَجري عَلى
فلكِ الأفولِ له السباسبُ أَبرُجُ