أَعَين حَياتي وَالَّذي بِبَقائِهِ

بَقائي لَقَد أَصبَحت نَحوَك شَيِّقا

O eyes of my life, by whose existence

My existence remains, towards you I yearn.

أَقَمتَ بِقَلبي غَيرَ أَنَّ لِمُقلَتي

بِرُؤيتكَ الحَظَّ الَّذي يُذهِبُ الشَقا

You made your home in my heart, though for my glance

The fortune of seeing you takes away sorrow.

وَما كانَ ظَنّي أَنك الدَهرَ تارِكي

وَلَو أَنَّني أَصبحتُ بَينَ الوَرى لَقا

I never thought you'd forsake me,

And if between people I became seen, a meeting would transpire.

لَطائفُ مَعنىً في العِيان ولَم تَكُن

لِتُدرك إلا بِالتَزاوُرِ وَاللِقا

Subtleties of meaning in seeing you there were not,

To be realized except through visitation and encounter.