فَتَّقَت بِالهَجرِ دُروزَ الهَوى

إِذ وَخَّزَتني اِبرَةَ الصَدِّ

The pearls of love scattered when separation's needle pricked me,

My heart stumbles in the folds of its pants from the tightness of grief,

فَالقَلبُ مِن ضيقِ سَراويلِهِ

يَعثُرُ بي في تِكَّةِ الجُهدِ

You have wronged me, O the tall cypress tree of vows,

My eyes are connected to you, their buttons fastened,

جَشَمَتني يا طيلَسانُ النَوى

مِنكَ عَلى شوزَكتي وَجدي

With the thread of tears upon my cheek,

O opener of my heart's chest, O its closer,

أَزرارُ عَيني فيكَ مَوصولَة

بِعُروَةِ الدَمعِ عَلى خَدّي

Remembrance has hurt me with the promise,

The scissors of separation have cut off what it used to promise of union,

يا كَستَبانُ القَلبِ يا زيقَه

عَذبني التِذكارُ بِالوَعدِ

O breath of my soul, O its conclusion,

I have no alternative to your union,

قَد قَصَّ ما يَعهَدُ مِن وَصلِهِ

مِقراضُ بَينَ مُرهَفُ الحَدِّ

O comforter of my happiness, O pocket of my life,

You have slipped away from my covenant.

يا حَجزَةَ النَفسِ وَيا ذيلُها

ما لي مِن وَصلِكَ مِن بد

وَيا جَربانُ سُروري وَيا

جَيبُ حَياتي حَلَّت عَن عَهدي