يَومَ الفِرَاقِ لقَد خُلِقتَ عَظيما

وَتركتَ جِسمِي لا سَقِمتَ سَقِيما

On the day we parted, you became so grand,

Yet you left my body, neither well nor sick.

ما لِلفِرَاقِ تَفَرَّقَت أَعضاؤُهُ

ما زَالَ يَعصِفُ بِاللّقاءِ قَدِيما

Why did parting shatter him limb from limb?

The longing for reunion still whips him, as ever it did.

ما زِلتُ بعدَكَ يا أَخي في حَسرَةٍ

وَتَلَدُّدٍ حَتّى أَراكَ سَليما

Since you left, my brother, I remain in sorrow,

Tossing and turning until I see you again, safe and sound.

إِقرَ السَلامَ عَلَيكَ مِنّي كُلَّما

جَرَتِ الرِياحُ فَأَنشَقَتكَ نَسيما

Whenever the wind blows, splitting you into a gentle breeze,

It conveys my greetings and peace to you.