إِذا ما اِنقَطَعتُم عَن حِمانا وَزارَنا

إِذا ما اِنقَطَعتُم عَن حِمانا وَزارَنا

كَلامَكُم يحيى الدَّفين مِن الحقد

كَلامَكُم يحيى الدَّفين مِن الحقد

If you stay away from our sanctuary, yet we are visited

When you cease visiting us, though we despair,

By your words, which revive buried rancor,

Your words can resurrect the deeply buried.

فَإِن الَّذي نقليهِ مِنكُم كَلامكُم

فَإِن الَّذي نقليهِ مِنكُم كَلامكُم

فَأَيُّ جَميلٍ تَدّعونَ بِذا البُعدِ

فَأَيُّ جَميلٍ تَدّعونَ بِذا البُعدِ

For what we hate in you is your speech—

For what I carry of your words within me,

What kindness, then, do you claim by this absence?

Can any beauty truly claim with such a distance?