يا غائِباً لم يَغِبْ هَواهُ

عنْ قلبِ صَبٍّ به عَميدِ

O absent one whose love

Has not been absent from the heart of a steadfast lover

قد صارَ يومُ الفِراقِ عندي

أَظلمَ منْ ظُلمَةِ الصُّدودِ

The day we parted has become to me

Darker than the darkness of estrangement

وكلُّ أُنْسٍ تَغيبُ عنهُ

فإِنَّهُ وحشةُ الجُحودِ

And all company from which you are absent

Is but the loneliness of rejection

لَوْ فَجَعَ البَيْنُ قلبَ صَبٍّ

ذابَ ولوْ كانَ مِنْ حَديدِ

If separation were to grieve the heart of a steadfast lover

It would melt, even if it were made of iron