قُربُ دارِ الحَبيبِ قُرَّةُ عَينٍ

وَكَأَنَّ البِعادَ في القَلبِ ثُكلُ

The nearness of the beloved's abode is joy to the eyes,

And distance in the heart is like bereavement.

إِنَّ مَوتَ الَّذي يَموتُ مِنَ الحُب

بِ عَفيفاً لَهُ عَلى الناسِ فَضلُ

Verily, the death of one who dies of love,

Is an honor to him above men's hands.