أصاح غراب البين يا خلي في الحشا

يفتّت أكبادي والقلب أوحشا

Has the raven of parting cried out, my friend, deep within my breast,

rending my liver and leaving my heart desolate?

فللّه يا زوار قبري سلموا

عليه وقولوا حبه حل في الحشا

For God’s sake, O visitors to my grave, pronounce peace

over it, and say: “His love settled in my innermost breast.”