مَسَّني مِن صُدودِ عَبدَةَ ضَرُّ

فَبَناتُ الفُؤادِ ما تَستَقِرُّ

The harm from the repulsions of Abdata hurts me,

So the daughters of my heart know no peace.

ذاكَ شَيءٌ في القَلبِ مِن حُبِّ عَبّا

دَةَ بادٍ وَباطِنٌ يَستَسِرُّ

That is something in my heart from love for Abba,

An outward expression, yet an inward secret.

نَفَرَ الحَيُّ مِن مَكاني فَقالوا

فُز بِصَبرٍ لَعَلَّ عَينَكَ تَبرو

The living fled from my place and said:

Escape with patience, perhaps your eyes will see.