أَينَ عَنكَ الشَمسُ يا لَيلَ الصُدودِ

عِندِيَ الصَبرُ فَقُل هَل مِن مَزيدِ

Where are you, O sun, from the night of rejection

I have patience, so tell me if there is more

وَيحَ مَن يَهوى فَقَد عَذَّبَهُ ال

لَهُ في الدُنيا بِتَبعيدٍ شَديدِ

Alas! He who passionately loves is tortured by the

For him in this world there is intense separation