أَفاطِمَ إِنَّ النأيَ يُسلي ذَوي الهَوى

إِنَّ النأيَ يُسلي ذَوي الهَوى

Afatim, separation consoles the passionate

Separation consoles the passionate

أَرى حَرَجاً ما نِلتُ مِن وُدِّ غَيرِكُم

وَنافِلَةً ما نِلتُ مِن وُدِّكُم رُشدا

I find it hard, what I got from the love of others

And extra, what I got from your love, rightly guided

وَما نَلتَقي مِن بَعدِ نأيٍ وَفُرقَةٍ

وَشَحطِ نَوى إِلّا وَجَدتُ لَها بَردا

We do not meet after separation and divide

Except I find in it, a cooling

عَلى كَبِدٍ قَد كادَ يُبدي بِها الهَوى

نُدوباً وَبَعضُ القَومِ يَحسَبُني جَلدا

Upon a liver, which almost reveals through it, passion

Scars, and some of the people think me hardy