ما اعْتَادَ عَيْنِي غَمْضُ

مُذْ أَنْتَ عَنِّي مُعْرِضُ

My eyes are not accustomed to sleep

Since you turned away from me.

لَمْ يَبْقَ إِلاَّ كَبِدٌ

حَرَّي وَقَلْبٌ مُرْمَضُ

Nothing remains but a burning liver,

And a heart pierced with sorrows,

وَمُهْجَةٌ عَلِيْلَةٌ

جُثْمَانُهَا مُنْتَقَضُ

And a frail body

Whose limbs are all diseased.

مَا فِيْهِ مِنْ جَارِحَةٍ

إِلاَّ وَفِيْهَا مَرَضُ

There is no part of me

That does not bear an illness.

أَنْتَ حَيَاةٌ لِي وَمَا

لِي مِنْ حَيَاةٍ عِوَضُ

You are my life, and without you

I have no life in your stead.