يا وَيحَ هَذا الفِراقِ ما صَنَعا

بَدَّدَ شَملي وَكانَ مُجتَمِعا

Oh grief - what has this parting wrought

It shattered my gathered host

مَن لَم يَذُق لَوعَةَ الفِراقِ فَلَم

يُلفَ حَزيناً وَما رَأى جَزَعا

Who has not tasted parting's bane

Will not see grief, or feel its pain

وَكلُّ شَيءٍ سِوى مُفارَقِة ال

أَحبابِ مُستَصَغَرٌ وَإِن فَجَعا

All else is small beside the woe

Of separation from friends, although it rend the breast