يا نَازِلينَ على نَأْيِ المَحَلِّ بِهمْ

بِحيثُ يُجمَعُ شَمْلُ الجِسْمِ بالرُّوحِ

O you who have settled in the remote abode

Where body and soul are united

لَو كَانَ في وسعِ جُهدِي أن أبُثَّكُمُ

شَوقِي وأشكوكُمُ وَجدِي وتَبْرِيحِي

If my efforts could convey to you

My longing, my complaint, my passion, my relief

أضَقْتُ مُتَّسَعَ الأوْرَاقِ عَنهُ ولَوْ

حَمّلْتُهُ الرِّيح أوْهَى قُوةَ الرِّيحِ

I would have burdened the ample pages, even if

I had loaded the wind, exhausting the wind's strength

لا شَيءَ أسْعَدُ مِنِّي إن تَراجَعَ بِي

إلَيكُمْ طُولُ تَبكِيري وتَرْويحِي

Nothing gladdens me more than my early rising

And walking to see you again

لَوْلاكُمُ ما أعَرْتُ السَّمعَ صَادِحَةً

إنْ قَصَّرَتْ قُلْتُ من وَجْدِي لَها نُوحِي

Were it not for you, I would not have lent my ear

To the loud cries, and said to the crier, "Cry more!"

نَاحَتْ ولو وَجَدَتْ وَجْدِي بِكُمْ لَبَكَتْ

مِثْلِي بِدَمْعٍ عَلَى الخَدَّينِ مَسْفُوحِ

It cried, and if it felt my passion for you, it would weep

Like me, with tears flowing down both cheeks

فَشَاعَكُمْ حَيثُ ما كُنتُمْ سَلامُ شَجٍ

حَتَّى يُرَى وهوَ في أثْوابِ مَذْبُوحِ

So greetings wherever you are, from a wounded heart

Until it is seen, clothed in slaughtered raiments