ساروا فَأَكْبادُنا جَرْحَى وأعيُننا

قَرْحَى وأنفسنا سَكْرَى من القَلَقِ

They marched on while our livers were wounded, and our eyes

Were hurt, and our souls drunk with anxiety,

تشكو بواطِنُنا من بُعدِهم حُرَقاً

لكن ظواهِرُنا تشكو من الفَرَقِ

Our insides complain of burning in their absence,

Yet our outsides complain of separation.

كأنّهم فوق أكوار المَطِيِّ وقد

سارت مُقَطَّرةً في حالِك الغَسَقِ

As if they were above the humps of the camel, and it walked

Dripping in your dark night,

دَراريَ الشُّهْب في الأبراج زاهرةً

تسير في الفَلَك الجاري على نَسَق

The meteors in the constellations bloom

Moving in the orbit flowing methodically.

يا مُوحِشي الدارِ مذ بانوا كما أَنِسَتْ

بقُرْبهمْ لا خَلَتْ من صَيِّبٍ غَدَق

O you who make my home desolate since they left,

It was not devoid of a loved one’s cooing.

إنْ غِبْتُمُ لم تَغِيبوا عن ضمائرنا

وإنْ حَضَرْتُم حَمَلْناكم على الحدَق

If you are absent, you are not absent from our conscience,

And if you are present, we carry you in our eyelids.