الموتُ دون تفَرُّقِ الأحبابِ

وعذابُ نأيهمُ أشدُّ عذابِ

Death is better than parting with loved ones

And the torment of their absence is harsher torment

لم تُبْلَ مذ خُلقتْ نفوسُ ذوي الهوى

يوماً بمثل ترحُّلٍ وذَهابِ

The souls of lovers have never

Known a day like this leave-taking and going

بانوا بلُبِّكَ رائحين وخَلَّفوا

لك دمعةً موصولةَ التَّسكابِ

They came to your heart and left

A tear for you, continuous in its flowing

فسقاهُمُ نوءُ السّماك بما سَقوا

خدَّيكَ بالعبرات صوبَ سحابِ

So the Clouds of Vicissitudes gave them to drink

What they had let flow, your cheek's teardrops