تَفرَّقَ قَلبي في هَواهُ فَعِندَهُ

فَريقٌ وَعِندي شُعبَةٌ وَفَريقُ

My heart is torn apart in its love for him

A part is with him, and a part remains with me

إِذا ظَمِئَت نَفسي أَقولُ لَهُ اِسقِني

فَإِن لَم تَكُن راحٌ لَدَيكَ فَريقُ

When my soul thirsts, I say to him "Quench my thirst"

For if you have no respite, neither do I