دَأْبُكَ الهَجْرُ وَدَابِي

فيكَ إِدمانُ التَّصابِي

Your abandonment has become my habit,

And pining for you has become my addiction,

أَيُّهَا المُغْرَى بقَتْلِي

بِكَ أَصْبَحْتُ لِمَا بِي

Oh you who lead me to my death,

Because of you I have become afflicted with what ails me,

لا ومَنْ آوى اغتِرابِي

وشفى حَرَّ مُصابي

Neither complaining nor giving shelter to my estrangement,

And healing the torment of my injury,

وكفانِي صَرْفَ دهرٍ

سامَني سُوءَ العذابِ

And sufficing me after times of hardship,

Protecting me from the evil of torment.

ما رأَتْ عيني كَظَبْيٍ

لاحَ فِي تِمِّ الشَّبابِ

My eyes have not seen a more splendid gazelle,

Radiating in the prime of youth,

أَسْبَلَ الليلَ عَلَى مَتْ

نَيْهِ إِسبالَ النِّقابِ

The night lowered its veil,

On the softness of letting down the veil,

فَتَجَلَّى كَتَجَلِّي الْ

بَدْرِ من تَحْتِ السَّحابِ

Then appeared like the appearance of the

Moon from beneath the clouds,

فِي عقودٍ من نجومٍ

ووِشاحٍ من سَرَابِ

In necklaces of stars,

And veils of mirage,

فَهْوَ نومَي وسُرورِي

وسُهَادِي واكْتِئَابِي

It is my sleep and my joy,

My pillow and my sorrow.