نَأيٌ وَشيكٌ وَاِنطِلاقُ

وَغَليلُ شَوقٍ وَاِحتِراقُ

Parting is near, and departure,

And boiling longing and burning passion,

بِأَبي هَوىً وَدَّعتُهُ

تاهَت بِصُحبَتِهِ الرِفاقُ

For one I loved I bade farewell,

My companions were lost in his company,

بَدرٌ يُضيءُ لِعاشِقي

هِ وَما يَطيفُ بِهِ المَحاقُ

A full moon that lights the way for lovers,

Wandering not in the horizon's mirage,

وَتَمَرَّهَت وَتَشَعَّثَت

جَزَعاً لِغَيبَتِهِ العِراقُ

It withered and became disheveled,

In sorrow for his absence, Iraq,

المَوتُ عِندي وَالفِرا

قُ كِلاهُما ما لا يُطاقُ

Death to me and separation,

Both are unbearable,

يَتَعاوَنانِ عَلى النُفو

سِ فَذا الحِمامُ وَذا السِياقُ

They work together against souls, so there is the pigeon and the hunter,

If this were not so,

لَو لَم يَكُن هَذا كَذا

ما قيلَ مَوتٌ أَو فِراقُ

It would not be said, death or separation.