يا من بشوقِهِ على جيش الهموم نصول
حتامَ نصبر وفينا من نواك نصول
O you, through longing for whom we charge against the army of sorrows!
How long shall we endure, with blades of separation from you within us?
تهجر وتقطع وتلقانا بوجه وصول
كالبدر نورك قريب ولا إليك وصول
You forsake us and sever ties, yet meet us with a welcoming face.
Like the full moon, your light is near, yet there is no reaching you.
Sol 6.1