يا غُضُناً مائِساً بَينَ الرِّياطْ

ما لي بَعدَكَ بالعَيْشِ اغْتِباطْ

O withered branch amid the meadows green,

Without you I take no joy in life serene.

يا مَنْ إِذا ما بَدا لي مَاشِياً

وَدِدْتُ أَنَّ لَهُ خَدِّي بِساطْ

When you appear before me on your way,

I long to spread my cheek for you to tread.

تَتْرُكُ عَيْناهُ مَنْ أَبْصَرَهُ

مُخْتَلطَاً عَقلُهُ كُلَّ اخْتِلاطْ

Your eyes leave stunned whoever dares to look;

Bewildered wits, all reason they forsook.

قُلْتُ مَتَى نَلْتَقي يَا سَيِّدي

قالَ غَداً نَلْتَقي عِنْدَ الصِّراطْ

I asked, “When will we meet, my master dear?”

“Tomorrow we shall meet beside the Bridge,” you said.