شَوقي إِلَيكَ نَفى لَذيذَ هُجوعي

فارَقتَني فَأَقامَ بَينَ ضُلوعي

My longing for you has banished the sweetness of slumber,

You departed, yet that longing remained dwelling within my ribs.

أَوَ ما وَجَدتُم في الصَراةِ مُلوحَةً

مِمّا أُرَقرِقُ في الفُراتِ دُموعي

Did you not taste a saltiness in the waters of the Sarat,

From the flood of tears I shed into the Euphrates?

ما زِلتُ أَحذَرُ مِن وَداعِكَ جاهِداً

حَتّى اِغتَدى أَسَفي عَلى التَوديعِ

I strove endlessly to guard against your farewell,

Until my sorrow became the very act of parting.

رَحَلَ العَزاءُ بِرِحلَتي فَكَأَنَّما

أَتبَعتُهُ الأَنفاسَ لِلتَشيّعِ

Solace departed upon my departure, as though

I sent my sighs to escort it away in procession.