إِنَّ قَلْبِي وَهْوَ الأَبِيُّ دَهَتْهُ

فُرْقَةٌ صَيَّرَتْهُ نَهْبَاً مُشَاعَا

My heart, though stout, is torn with separation's blade,

And left a prize of war, all ravaged and decayed.

لا تَرَى غَيْرَ وَاقِفٍ يَسْفَحُ الدَّمْ

عَ وَسَاهٍ لا يَسْتَطِيعُ زَمَاعَا

You'll see naught there but one who weeps in crimson rain,

A frail and helpless thing that cannot be waylaid.

وُصْلَةٌ قَرَّبَتْ بِعَادَاً وَبَيْنٌ

مِنْ حَبِيبٍ أَجَدَّ فِيهِ اجْتِمَاعا

A bond drew near that kept afar my truest love -

A love that was to me the fairest of the made.

كُنْتُ أَخْشَى الْوَدَاعَ حَتَّى إِذَا مَا

فَارَقُونِي أَمْسَيتُ أَرْجُو الْوَدَاعَا

I feared to say farewell when friends were at my side,

But now that they have left, for their farewell I prayed.