النومُ عن جفني طريحٌ طريدْ

والصبرُ عن قلبي قصيٌّ بعيدْ

Sleep flees my eyelids, ever wakeful, ever wearied,

And patience deserts my heart, wandering far from me.

يا مَنْ سبى بالنورِ شمسَ الضحى

قَلْبُ المعنَّى لم يكنْ بالحديدْ

O You who rose in splendor with the dawn's fair light,

The heart of meaning was not forged from iron or steel.

القلبُ مني خالدٌ في أسى

وفي غرامٍ شابَ منهُ الوليدْ

My heart is eternal in sorrow for You,

And in a passion that makes the newborn seem old.

وميتتي فيك حسينيةٌ

ولي عذولٌ فوقَ ما بي يزيدْ

In You, my death is a martyr's passion,

And more than all my being, it grows and spreads.