وَاطُولَ شَوْقَاهُ إِلَى غَائِبٍ

غَيَّبَ عَنْ جَفْنِيَ طُولَ الرُّقادْ

His longing for an absent one

Has kept sleep from my eyes for long

فِي مِصْرَ عَهْدِي أنّه سَاكِنٌ

فَكَيْفَ مِنْ قَلْبِي حَلَّ السَّوادْ

Though I know he dwells in my homeland

Why then this sadness in my heart?