يا عاذِلي كَم لَحاكَ اللَهُ تَلحاني

هَبني لَبَدرٍ عَلى غُصنٍ مِنَ البانِ

O reproacher, how often has God brought us together

Only to part me from the full moon on a branch of twisted wood.

قَد مَرَّ بي وَهوَ يَمشي في مُعَصفَرَةٍ

عَشيَّةً وَسَقاني ثُمَّ حَيّاني

He passed me by as he walked wrapped in a golden cloak

One evening, and gave me to drink, then brought me back to life,

وَقالَ تَلعَبُ جُنّاباً فَقُلتُ لَهُ

مَن جَدَّ بِالوَصلِ لَم يَلعَب بِهِجرانِ

And said, “Do you toy with me, fair one?” I said to him,

“One who is serious about union does not toy with separation.”