ما لي وَما لَكَ يا فُراقُ

أَبَداً رَحيلٌ وَاِنطِلاقُ

What I have for you and what you have for me, oh separation

Always departing and setting forth

يا نَفسِ مَوتي بَعدَهُم

فَكَذا يَكونُ الاِشتِياقُ

Oh my soul, after them is my death

Thus is longing

كَذِبُ الهَوى مُتَصَنَّعٌ

الحُبُّ شَيءٌ لا يُطاقُ

The lies of passion are fabricated

Love is something that cannot be endured