مَن لَم يَبت وَالبين يَصدع قَلبه
لَم يَدرِ كيفَ تَفتُّتُ الأَكبادِ
He who has not passed the night while separation rents his heart,
Knows not how the vitals crumble into dust.
مَن لَم يَبت وَالبين يَصدع قَلبه
لَم يَدرِ كيفَ تَفتُّتُ الأَكبادِ
He who has not passed the night while separation rents his heart,
Knows not how the vitals crumble into dust.