إِلى العُمرَيْنِ فِي بَيْرُوتَ أُهْدِي

تَحِيَّاتِي وثَالِثُهُمْ صَلاَحْ

To my two friends in Beirut I send

Greetings, and to the third, Salah,

وَأَسْأَلُ كَيْفَ حَالُكُمُ جَمِيعاً

فَإِنِّي فِي اشْتِيَاقٍ وَالتِيَاحْ

I ask how are you all

For I miss you and yearn to see you

أَطَلْتُ البُعْدَ عَنْكُمْ غَيْرُ قَالٍ

وَكُنْتُ لِسُوءِ حَظِّي جَدُ لاَحْ

I have been away from you for so long

And by my bad luck, I ache

فَمَا فِي غُرْبَتِي إِلاَّ سِهَامٌ

وَمَا فِي مُهْجَتِي غَيرُ الجِرَاحْ

In my exile there is nothing but arrows

And in my heart only wounds