أَنا في عَذابٍ مِن فراقِك
سكرانُ مِن خمر اِشتياقِكْ
I am in torment, parted from you,
drunk on the wine of longing for you.
صَبّ الفُرادِ إِلى لِقا
ئِك وَارتِشافِك وَاِعتِناقِكْ
My lovesick heart yearns to meet—
you, to drink you in, and to embrace you.
لا تَحسَبي أَنّي سَلَو
تُ لِما تَوالى مِن فِراقِكْ
Do not think that I have forgotten
because separation from you has dragged on.
هَذي جُفوني أَقسَمَت
لا تَلتَقي مالَم تُلاقِكْ
These eyelids of mine have sworn
never to meet unless they meet you.
فَصِلي جَميلَ الظنّ بي
وَثِقي فَقَلبي في وِثاقِكْ
So keep a kindly thought of me,
and trust: my heart lies in your bonds.
Sol 5.6