كَبدي مِن فراقها بَينَ بَينا

فَمَتى مَوعِدُ اللِقاء وَأَينا

My heart is torn asunder by separation from her

So when is the tryst, and where will we meet?

ربّ طَير مهاجر غابَ عَنا

شاقَهُ وَكرُهُ فَعادَ إِلَينا

Many a migrant bird has left us

But hardship and yearning bring it back to us

كُنتِ تَبكين لَو رَأَيت بُكائي

وَقَديماً أَبكي جَميلُ بُثَينا

You would weep if you saw my weeping

And long have I wept for our lost intimacy

غَيرَ أَني أَلفت همي وَغَمّي

فَكُلي وَاِشرَبي وَقَري عَينا

Except I've grown used to my sorrow and grief

So eat, drink and delight your eye