أَصبَحَ الجسم بِالجُروح موشى

وَفُؤادي بِالجَمر أَمسى مغشى

My body became decorated with wounds

And my heart covered with burning embers

لَم يُغادر مني التَباعُد إِلّا

عَبرةً عَبرةً لِمَن كانَ يَخشى

Nothing remains of me except

Tears, tears for those who fear

فَقَد أَلف وَطول لَيل وَسُهد

جَعَلَ السقم وَالضَنا لي فَرشا

For I have become accustomed to long nights and vigil

Illness and grief have become my bedfellows

أَتَمنى إِذا بَدا البَدر بَدري

أَو حَماماً إِذا سَجى اللَيل يَغشى

I wish that when the full moon appears

Or a dove when the night casts its shadow