يا نورَةَ الهَجرِ جَلَوتِ الصَفا

لَمّا بَدَت لي ليفَةُ الصَدِّ

O light of estrangement, purity of affection,

When the garment of disconnection appeared to me,

يا مِئزَرَ الأَسقامِ حَتّى مَتى

تُنقَعُ في حَوضٍ مِنَ الجَهدِ

O dress of sorrows, how long will you

Be soaked in a basin of effort?

أَوقِد أَتونَ الوَصلِ لي مَرَّةً

مِنكَ بِزِنبيلٍ مِنَ الوُدِّ

Kindle for me once, the fire of union

With a basket of affection from you,

فَالبَينُ مُذ أَوقَدَ حَمّامَهُ

قَد هاجَ قَلبي مَسلَخُ الوَجدِ

For since separation lit its furnace,

My heart has been a slaughterhouse of passion.

أَفسَدَ خَطمِيَّ الصَفا وَالهَوى

نُخالَةُ الناقِضِ لِلعَهدِ

The treachery of the covenant-breaker

Has corrupted my cheek and love and yearning.