يا هاجِري يَحُقُّ لَك

وَجَدتُ غَيري شَغَلَك

O you who have departed, it is right for you

I found someone else preoccupying you

مَولايَ لا طالَبَكَ اللَ

هُ بِما لِيَ قِبَلَك

My Master, may God not take you from me

He knows what I feel for you

كَيفَ أَطَعتَ حاسِداً

عَلى تَلافي حَملَك

How could you obey an envier

To take you away from me

وَمَن بِحَقِّ اللَهِ عَن

مَذهَبِ وُدّي نَقَلَك

And who by the right of God turned you

Away from the path of my love for you

وَيلاهُ يا قَلبُ إِلى

داعي الهَوى ما أَعجَلَك

Woe to you, o heart, how quickly you inclined

Towards the caller of passion

فَلَيتَني لَو كانَ لي

يا قالبُ قَلبٌ بَدَلَك

If only I had a heart to replace you

O mold of my heart

وَيا لِسانَ الدَمعِ في

شَرحِ الهَوى ما أَطوَلَك

And o tongue of tears, in explaining the passion

How lengthy you are

ما تَشتَكي ياناظِري

أَلَيسَ هَذا عَمَلَك

What do you complain of, o my eyes

Is this not your own doing?

يا أَيُّها السائِلُ عَن

ني لا تَسَل عَمَّن هَلَك

O you who ask about me, do not ask about one who is perished

I spend the night while every enemy of mine and yours is asleep

بِتُّ بِلَيلٍ باتَهُ

كُلُّ عَدُوٍّ لي وَلَك