حَسَراتٌ عَواطِفُ

وَسَقامٌ مُوالِفُ

Regrets are emotions

And sickness is affection

وَفُؤادٌ مُعَذَّبٌ

وَدُموعٌ ذَوارِفُ

And my heart is tortured

And tears are pouring

يا قَريبَ المَزارِ

لَكِنَّهُ لا يُساعِفُ

O you who is near in burial

But does not offer help

نَصبُ عَيني خَيالُ وَجهِ

كَ بِالشَوقِ واقِفُ

The specter of your face stands before my eyes

Out of ardent yearning

أَينَما كُنتَ سَيِّدي

طافَ بي مِنكَ طائِفُ

Wherever you are, my master

Something of you revolves around me