كَيفَ العَزاءُ وَأَنتِ أَومَقُ مَن مَشى

وَالنَفسُ مولَعَةٌ وَدارُكِ نائِيَه

How can I be consoled when you are farther than one who walked away

And my soul is inflamed while your home is distant

بِيَدَيكِ قَتلي إِن أَرَدتِ مَنيَّتي

وَشِفاءُ نَفسي إِن أَرَدتِ شِفائِيَه

In your hands is my death if you want my demise

And the healing of my soul if you want my recovery

وَلَقَد عَرَفتُ فَما أَوَيتُ لِمُدنِفٍ

ما النَفسُ عَنكِ وَإِن نَأَيتُ بِسالِيَه

And I have known so I do not blame the slanderer

The soul cannot be apart from you even if I go far away