أَحِنُّ إِلى لِقائِكَ كُلَّ يَومٍ
وَأَسأَلُ عَن إِيابِكَ كُلَّ وَقتِ
I long to meet you every day,
and ask about your return at every moment.
وَأَذكُرُ ما مَضى فَيَغيضُ صَبري
وَتَنفُرُ عَبرَتي وَيَبوحُ صَمتي
I remember what has passed, and my patience gives way;
my tears burst forth, and my silence speaks.
وَلي قَلبٌ إِذا ذَكَرَ التَلاقي
تَظَلَّمَ مِن يَدِ البَينِ المُشِتِ
Mine is a heart that, whenever it recalls reunion,
has learned its lesson at the hand of parting—the disperser.
Sol 5.6