يَا جَامِعَ الشَّمْلِ هَلْ مُقَامٌ

يُقْعِدُنِي مِنْكَ خَيْرَ مَقْعَدْ

O gatherer of those separated, is there a dwelling

That would keep me close to you in the best abode?

فَقَدْ سَقَانِي النَّوَى بِكَأسٍ

جَرَّعَ قَلْبِي مَرَارَةَ الصَّدْ

For the days have made me drink from a cup

That has filled my heart with the bitterness of estrangement.

وَسَاحَ فِي الخَدّ سَحُّ دَمْعِي

أمَا تَرَاهُ غَداَ مُجَدَّدْ

And tears have flowed down my cheek,

Can you not see them renewed at dawn?

وَضَلَّ قُطْبُ الفُؤَادِ لَمَّا

حَكَّمْتَ لَحْظاً سَقَى وَعَرْبَدْ

And the heart's pole star was lost when

For a moment you let separation and distance rule.