وَاصَلَنِي هَجْرُ مَنْ أُحِبُّ

فَلَمْ يَغِبْ لاَ وَلاَ يَغِيبُ

The estrangement of my beloved persists

Never absent, never gone

فَلَوْ يَكُونُ السُّلُوِّ حَياً

مَا مَاتَ مِنْ هَجْرِهِ المُحِبُّ

If only estrangement could live

Then those in love would not die

وَا رَحْمَتَا لاِنْكِسَارِ جَفْنِ

لاَ يَعْرِفُ الصَّحْوَ مِنْهُ هَدْبُ

Oh what mercy in the breaking of the eyelid

That knows no waking, only sinking

جَارَ عَلَيْهِ الخُمَارُ حَتَّى

أَتْلَفَهُ والخُمَارُ صَعْبُ

Wine flowed till he was ruined

And wine is most difficult indeed

يَا غُصْناً لا يَمِيلُ نَحْوِي

وَالمَيْلُ في الغُصنِ مُسْتَحَبُ

Oh branch that does not sway my way

Though swaying becomes a bough

صَيْرتَني كَالنَّسِيمِ سُقْماً

لِمْ لاَ تَمِيلُ إذَا أَهِبُّ

You've made me sick like a soft breeze

Why not bend when I blow?