ليس بُعْدُ الديار مِنا وإن شَطْ

طَ مزارٌ بِنا وقلّ ازديار

The homelands are not far from us, though the distance is long

A place of visit remains with us, and seldom does it fade

بمنوعٍ لنا من الشوق بل في الْ

بُعْدِ يَقْوَى الغرامُ والتَّذْكار

Not deprived of yearning, rather in distance

Passion strengthens, and remembrance

وإذا ما قُلوبُ قومٍ تناءتْ

لم يَرُحْ نافعاً لهنّ الجِوار

And if the hearts of a people turn away

Neighboring them does not benefit

وإذا صحَّ مَعْقِدُ الحبِّ في الأَنْ

فُسِ واستأْنَسَتْ به الأَفكار

And if the pact of love settles in the soul

And thoughts become intimate with it

زادَ وكْداً في كلّ يوم وإنْ أكْ

ثَرَ واشٍ وإنْ تناءتْ ديارُ

It increases agony day after day, though many promise

And dwellings become distant

شوقُنا مذ ظَعَنْتَ للحيِّ حَيٌّ

ليس تَخْبو له وإنْ بِنْتَ نار

Our passion since you bid farewell to life is alive

It cannot be extinguished, even if you kindle fire

والوفاءُ الذي علمِتَ مقيمٌ

ليس فيه عَمّا عهِدتَ انكسار

And the loyalty you knew remains steady

It has no diminishing from what you were accustomed to

ولنا لوعةٌ لبُعدِك بِكْرٌ

ودموعٌ على نواك غِزار

And for your distance we have a burning pain

And abundant tears streaming for your delight

وإذا ما اختصرتُ شِعريَ فاعلم

أَنّ وُدِّيك ليس فيه اختصار

And if I summarize my poetry then know

That my love for you has no abbreviation

أَظَلمَ الجوُّ مذ ترحَّلتَ إِظلا

ماً جفاه الصباحُ والإنفجار

The atmosphere darkened when you traveled

To a gloom the dawn and bursting could not illuminate

واحتذتْ أَرْبُعُ المنامِة حتّى

طلع البَدْرُ وهو فِيها سِرار

And the four corners of slumber hastened

Until the moon rose, and it was concealed within them

إنّ صُبْحاً تغِيبُ عنه ظلامٌ

وظلاماً تكون فيه نهار

A dawn from which darkness is absent

And a darkness in which is daytime

وقِفاراً تحلّ فيها دِيارٌ

ودِياراً تَبِين عنها قِفار

A wasteland in which dwellings settle

And dwellings from which wastelands are apparent