أَيا مَن طَواهُ البُعدُ بَعدَما اِحتَوَت

مَحَبَّتُهُ مِنّي عَلى الأَصلِ وَالفَرعِ

Oh you who are veiled by distance after containing

My love for you, root and branch,

تُصَدِّق عَلى مِسكينِ طَرفي بِنَظرَةٍ

إِلَيكَ وَلا تَترُكُهُ يَشحَتُ بِالدَمعِ

Take pity on my poor eyes with a glance

At you, and leave them not to pine in tears.