أتيحَ مِنَ الحينِ المُتاحِ لِقَلبِهِ

ثَلاثَةُ أَنواعٍ وَآخرَ رابِعُ

Three kinds were made available to his heart

And a fourth that was different

فِراقٌ وَهجرانٌ وَلَيلٌ كَأَنَّما

تُجاذِبُهُ الإِصباحَ أَيدٍ نَوازِعُ

Parting, estrangement, and a night that

As if the dawn wrestles him with urging hands

وَإِنِّي مَتى أَنظُر إِلى مَن أُحِبُّهُ

أَشارَت من الأَعداء نَحوي الأَصابِعُ

And whenever I look at the one I love

The enemies gesture their fingers at me

فَلا البَينُ مَأمونٌ وَلا الهَجرُ مُبعَدٌ

وَلا يَفتُرُ الواشي وَلا الصُّبحُ ساطِعُ

So neither separation feels safe, nor estrangement far

Nor does the slanderer relent, nor does the dawn cease shining