ما ضَرَّ سَاكنُ قلبي حينما بَعُدا

لو أنّه في دمي أو في الحَشا رَقَدا

My heart's dweller was not harmed when we were far apart

As if he in my blood or in the desert sands had slept

أَهاجَهُ البَرْقُ مِن أشجانِ مَوْطِنِه

مَنْ يَسْكُنِ القَلبَ لا يَبغي بهِ أَحَدا

He was stirred by lightning from the groves of his homeland

He who dwells in a heart desires no one else instead

ما ضَرَّ لو هَجَروا فينا مواطِنَهُمْ

وا لوعةَ القلب! إنَّ الصَّبرَ قد نَفِدا

It would not harm if they deserted their homelands in us

Oh agony of the heart! Patience has finally left

ما لِلأَحِبَّةِ لا يَرْعَونَ وُدَّهُمُ

لِمَنْ تَعَلَّقَ حُبًّا دائمًا أبدا

The loved ones do not tend to their affection

For he who clung to lasting love forevermore