ما ضَرَّ طَيفُهُم لَو زارَ مشبههُ

ذاكَ الَّذي ملَ مِنهُ اليَوم مَضجعهُ

What harm if their phantom visited its likeness?

That one whom today his bed wearies,

وَالنَوم أَينَ وَباب الحُزن بَعدَهُم

عَلَيهِ كَف تَمَنى المَوت يَقرَعَهُ

And sleep - where is it? - while after them remains

the door of sadness upon which the hand of one wishing for death knocks.

المَوت لي أَطيَب ما يُجتَنى

إِن شَطت الدار وَطالَ الحِجاب

Death for me is the sweetest thing to be gained

If the house becomes desolate and separation prolonged.

لا يدخل النار أَسير الهَوى

إِذ لا يَرى الجَنة أَهل العَذاب

No prisoner of passion enters the fire

Since no inhabitant of torment sees paradise.