مِن أَينَ لي صَبرٌ عَلى الهَجرِ

لَو أَنَّ قَلبِيَ كانَ مِن صَخرِ

Where could I find patience to endure abandonment,

even if my heart were made of stone?

وَيلٌ لِجِسمي مِن دَواعي الهَوى

وَيلٌ مَعي يَدخُلُ في القَبرِ

Woe to my body from love’s urgings—

a woe that enters the grave with me.

لَو كُنتُ أَرعى النَجمَ تَقوىً لَقَد

أَدرَكَ طَرفي لَيلَةَ القَدرِ

Had I watched the stars in devotion, surely

my eyes would have attained the Night of Decree.