كَتَبتُ وَبي شَوقٌ إِليكُم وَلَوعَةٌ

وَوَجدٌ لَهُ بَينَ الضلُّوعِ زَفيرُ

I wrote, and in me a yearning for you and an agony,

And a passion that sighs within my ribs.

وَلي مُهجةٌ قَد أَضرَمَ الشَّوقُ نارَها

وَجفنٌ بِأَنواءِ الدُّموعِ مَطيرُ

And I have a heart the longing has kindled its fire,

And an eyelid raining with the tears' showers.

أَوَدُّ من الأَشواقِ والوَجدِ والأَسى

بِأَنِّيَ مَع مَرِّ النَّسيمِ أَطيرُ

I wish more than longings, passion, and sorrow

That I with the passing breeze could fly.

فَلَيتَ النَّوَى يَقضي لَنا بِتَواصُلٍ

وَجَمعِ إِلَينَا بالسُّرورِ يَسيرُ

If only fate would decree for us a reunion

And an easy coming together in joy.

فَنُصِبحَ والأَيَّامُ باسِمَةٌ بِكُم

وَغُصنُ لِقاكُم بالوِصالِ نَضيرُ

Then we would wake while the days smile with you,

And the branch of meeting you blossoms anew.