قالوا الرحيل لخمسةٍ

تأتِي سِراعاً من جُمادَى

They said farewell was for five,

That would come rushing from Jumada.

فأجبتهم إني أتّخذْ

تُ له البكا والحزنَ زادا

So I replied that I would take,

Weeping and grief as my supplies.

سبحان من قسم الهوى

بين الأحبَّة والبِعادا

Glory to He who ordained love,

Between the loved ones and distance.

وأعار للأجفان سُقْ

ماً تسترِقُّ به العِبادا

And lent the eyelids a flow,

That the servants could secretly steal.

يا ويح مَنْ منع الفِرا

قُ جفونَ مقلتِه الرقادا

Oh woe to him who denied rest,

To the eyelids under his command.