يا هَجرُ كُفَّ عَنِ الهَوى وَدَعِ الهَوى

لِلعاشِقينَ يَطيبُ يا هَجرُ

O estrangement, cease your passion and leave passion be,

For lovers, estrangement, it is pleasant, let it be.

ماذا تُريدُ مِنَ الَّذينَ قُلوبُهُم

مَرضى وَحَشوُ قُلوبِهِم جَمرُ

What do you want from those whose hearts are sick,

And in their hearts are burning embers, fiercely quick?

وَسَوابِقُ العَبَراتِ فَوقَ خُدودِهم

دِرَرٌ تَفيضُ كَأَنَّها القَطرُ

The tears flow down their cheeks in streams before,

As if they were the rain pouring down in showers.

مُتَغَيِّرينَ مِنَ الهَوى أَلوانُهُم

مِمّا تُجِنُّ قُلوبُهمُ صُفرُ

Changing in color from passion are their hues,

From how their hearts are scorched till yellowish blues.

صَرعى عَلى جِسرِ الهَوى لِشَقائِهِم

يَتَصَبَّرونَ وَما بِهِم صَبرُ

Laid low by passion’s woe upon its bridge’s span,

They persevere though patience in them there is none.

لَم يَشرَبوا غَيرَ الهَوى فَكَأَنَّهُم

بِهِمُ لِشِّدَةِ ما لَقوا سُكرُ

Naught but passion have they drunk, till they seem drunk,

For the harshness of what they have faced leaves them sunk.

لَولا اِعتِراضُ الهَجرِ في طُرُقِ الهَوى

دَخَلَ المُحِبَّ مِنَ الهَوى كِبرُ

If not for estrangement barring passion’s path crossed wide,

The lover unto passion would have fully been tied.