فِراقُكِ كانَ أَوَّلَ عَهدِ دَمعي

وَآخِرَ عَهدِ عَيني بِالرُقادِ

Your absence was the first of my tears' reign

And the last of my eyes finding rest

فَلَم أَرَ مِثلَ ما سالَت دُموعي

وَما راحَت بِهِ مِن سوءِ زادِ

Thus, never did I weep as I weep over you

Nor find such an ill-fated journey

أَبيتُ مُسَهَّداً قَلِقاً وِسادي

أُخَفِّفُ بالدُموعِ عَنِ الفُؤادِ

I spend my nights restless, anxious, awake

Seeking with tears to unburden my heart