قُلْ لِمَنْ نَامَ خَلِيَّاً

مِنْ عَذَابِ المُسْتَهَامِ

Tell those who sleep alone,

Free from torment's grasp,

وَلِمَنْ أَغْرَى دُمُوعَ

العَيْنِ شَوْقَاً بِانْسِجَامِ

And those whose eyes rain tears

In harmonious longing,

وَأَذَابَ الجَسَدَ المُضْ

نَى بِأَنْوَاعِ السَّقَامِ

And those whose aching bodies

Waste away in sickness,

نَمْ وَإِنْ كَانَتْ جُفُونِي

لَمء تَذُقْ طَعْمَ المَنَامِ

That though my eyes are wet

And know not sleep's taste,

مَاتَ شَافِيْكَ وَلاَ زِلْتَ

Your healer lives, so hope.