يا مُنْيَةَ النَّفْسِ كُوني كَيْفَ شِئْتِ فَما

قَلْبي بِسالٍ وَلا ودِّي بِمُنْصَرِفِ

O death of the soul, be however you wish, for my

Heart is not appeased, nor is my love withdrawn

إِنْ تَقْتُليني فَمَطْلُولٌ لَدَيْكِ دَمي

أَوْ تَهْجُريني فَإِنِّي غَيْرُ مُنْتَصِفِ

If you kill me, then my blood is shed for you

Or if you abandon me, then I will not protest

وَاللَهِ ما أَسَفي أَنِّي أَمُوتُ ضَنىً

وَلَيْسَ إِلا عَلى أَنْ تَأْثَمي أَسَفي

By God, I do not grieve that I die in agony

I only grieve that you would sin, that is my agony