لوْ كنتِ زائرتي لَرَاعَكِ مَنظري

فرأيتِ بي ما يصنعُ التفريقُ

If you were my guest, my appearance would startle you

So you would see in me what separation has wrought

وَلحَالَ من دمعي وحرّ تنفسي

بيني وبينكِ لجةٌ وحريقٌ

The streams of my tears and the heat of my sighs

Have stirred between you and I, a blazing turmoil