سَكِرنا بخمرِ الشوقِ والبُعدِ والنوَى

لحُسْنِك حتى لا نكادُ نُطيقُ

Intoxicated by the wine of longing, separation, and purpose

For your beauty, until we can barely endure

فهلْ من مبلغٍ عنا إليكَ برسالةٍ

وأَنَّي نُرَجِّى والمكانُ سَحِيقُ

Is there any messenger to convey from us a message?

And how can we hope when the place is far?

ومن فارقَ الأحبابَ يوماً فإنه

بأسوأ حالٍ بعدهم لحقِيقُ

Whoever parts from loved ones one day

Will after them be in the worst state, truly

ففارقنا من لا يريدُ فِراقنا

وقاربنا من لا نراهُ يَشُوقُ

So we parted from one who does not want to part

And approached one we do not see, but yearns