يا جيرَتي هَل َنا من بَعدِ فُرقَِتكُم

بِساحَةِ الحَيِّ جُنحَ اللَّيلِ أَسمارُ

Oh my neighbors, will we have anything left between us

After your departure, in the square of the neighborhood the wings of night are dusky

وَهَل تَعودُ لَيالينا بِكاظمَةٍ

يَوماً وَتدنو لَكُم بَعدَ النَّوى الدَّارُ

And will our nights ever return suppressed

One day, and will the house draw near to you after separation

فقد وَحَقِّكُمُ شَفَّ الفُؤادَ بِكُم

لَمَّا تَرَحلَّتُ أشجانٌ وأَفكارُ

For I have indeed missed you, it soothed my heart

When sorrows and thoughts departed

وَبي غَرامٌ إِليكُم لا انقِضاءَ لهُ

وَنَارُ وجدٍ غَدَت من دُونِها نارُ

And I have an endless passion for you

The fire of fervor has become the only fire

أسائِلُ الرَّكبَ عَنكُم هَل يُخبِّرُني

وآفَةُ الشَّوقِ بَعدَ القُربِ أَخبارُ

I ask the caravan about you, will they give me news

And the agony of longing after nearness is reports

لَعلَّ دارَكُمُ تَدنُو وَأَنظُرها

وَأَنتُمُ في رِحابِ الدَّارِ حُضَّارُ

Perhaps your house will draw near and I will see it

While you are in the sanctum of the house, present