لناركم بالجوى يا نازحين وقود
ومن دموعي لكم يا ناظمين عقود
Your fire finds fuel in love’s anguish, O you who have gone away.
Your fire has the migrating birds as fuel
And from my tears come necklaces for you, O stringers.
And from my tears come your rhyming words
يزورني الطيف منكم والعيون رقود
فانتبه والفواد وطيفكم مفقود
Your phantom visits me while eyes lie asleep.
Your ghost visits me while eyes slumber
Then I awaken, and my heart and your phantom are gone.
So awake, my heart, for your phantom is lost
Sol 6.1