جُد بِوصالٍ وارضَ عن إلفِكا
تركتهُ أسقمَ مِن طَرفِكا
Be kind with union, and accept your separation
You left him sick from your absence
صَباً كَئيباً يَشتَكيكَ الهوى
كما اشتَكى الأهوالَ من نصفِكا
A miserable youth complaining of love’s agony
As catastrophes complained of your other half
لِسانهُ عَن وَصفِ أسقامهِ
قد كلَّ منهُ عن مَدى وصفِكا
His tongue grew weary describing his lovesickness
It was too difficult to describe the extent of your absence
لا مَسكَ الضرُّ الذي مسني
من صبرهِ خيلَ في كفِّكا
This pain that has touched me is no problem
To the patience stored in your palm