إِذا كُنتُ لا يُسَلّيكَ عَمَّن تُحِبُّهُ

تَناءٍ وَلا يَشفيكَ طولُ تَلاقي

If, from the one you love, nothing can console you—

neither distance, nor prolonged union heal you—

فَما أَنتَ إِلّا مُستَعيرٌ حُشاشَةً

لَمُهجَةِ نَفسٍ آذَنَت بِفِراقِ

then you are nothing but a borrower of a remnant of life

for the lifeblood of a soul already signaling its departure.