يا سيد الأصحاب إن عيوننا

نصب اللقاء وما له تمييز

O master of friends, our eyes

Yearn for the meeting, and cannot discern

فكأننا الثغر الشنيب فذا لذا

دانٍ ولكن اللقاءِ عزيز

So it's as if we are the withered lips, thus that is bliss

Submissive, but the meeting is precious