وشادنٍ ليسَ يَهواني وأهواهُ

والمُستعانُ على هجرانهِ اللهُ

My longing does not make me weak, though it pains me,

God helps me bear the agony of our parting.

فالنّحلُ يشتارُ شهداُ من مُقبّلهِ

والشّمسُ تقبسُ نوراً من مُحيّاهُ

Bees seek honey from his lips, their goal,

The sun borrows light from his radiant face.