أَهْوَى رشَأً كلّ الأَسى لي بَعَثَا

مذ عَايَنَهُ تصبّري ما لَبِثَا

I long for the one whose sorrow awakens all my sorrow

Since I saw him, my patience has swiftly vanished

نادَيْتُ وقد فَكّرتُ في خلقَتِهِ

سُبحانك ما خَلقْتَ هذا عَبَثَا

I called out, as I pondered his nature:

"Glory be to You! You did not create this in vain."