وليلٍ كَفِكْري في صُدودِ مُعَذِّبي

وإِلا كأَنْفاسي عليهِ منَ الوَجْدِ

Like my thoughts in the reflections of my tormentors

Or like my breaths upon it from passion

وإِلا كَعُمْرِ الهَجْرِ مِنْهُ فَإِنَّهُ

إِذا قِسْتَهُ بِالوَصْفِ كانَ بِلا حَدِّ

Or like the lifetime of separation from it, for it

If you measure it by description, it has no limit