ألا عودة من طيفهِ فيرى حالي

ألا يا أدّ كاري للكرى لو أتى تالي

If only he would return from his apparition and see my state

If only, O how I yearn for the past, it would come back

يكادُ يضيقُ الجوُّ منعظم زَفرتي

وتهفُو نجومُ الليلِ من فرطِ إعوالي

My sighs are so heavy, the atmosphere can barely contain them

The stars of the night pant from the intensity of my anguish

أبى غيرَ تعذيبي ولو أمرض الرّدى

أطاعَ ولكن فعلهُ هُوَ أنكى لي

He refused anything but tormenting me, even if it meant my destruction

He obeyed, but his actions were most agonizing to me