أَبيتُ مُسَهَّداً قَلِقاً وِسادي

أُرَوِّحُ بِالدُموعِ عَنِ الفُؤادِ

I stayed awake restless on my pillow

I cool with tears the heat of my heart

فِراقُكَ كانَ آخِرَ عَهدِ نَومي

وَأَوَّلَ عَهدِ عَيني بِالسُهادِ

Being parted from you was the last time I slept

And the first my eyes tasted wakefulness

فَلَم أَرَ مِثلَ ما سُلِبَتهُ نَفسي

وَما رَجَعَت بِهِ مِن سوءِ زادِ

So I have never seen the like of what my soul was robbed of

Nor what it came back with of evil provision