يا نائمَ الطرفِ هناكَ الكَرى
لم يَرثِ لي طرفُكَ ممَّا يَرى
O you who sleeps with eyelids closed over there
Your eyes have not inherited any tears from what they see
لم تدرِ عَيني ما جَنى لحظُها
حتى جَرى مِن دَمعها ما جَرى
My eyes did not know what they had attained
Until tears flowed from them as they flowed
ما ضَرَّ من أنحلني هَجرُهُ
لو رَدَّ مني وصلُهُ يا تُرَى
It would not have harmed me if his estrangement had undone me
If only his union would return to me, I wonder
من كلِّ من أبصَرني خاضِعاً
تاهَ لإجلالِ له وامتَرى
Everyone who saw me humbled
Wandered, awed by reverence for him, and hesitated