وَدِدتُ مِنَ الشَوقِ الَّذي بِيَ أَنَّني

أُعارُ جَناحَي طائِرٍ فَأَطيرُ

I wish that I could borrow the wings of a bird and fly away

For there is no joy without you, no delight where you are not

فَما في نَعيمٍ بَعدَ فَقدِكِ لَذَّةٌ

وَلا في سُرورِ لَستِ فيهِ سُرورُ

A man who lives in two places is but half himself

With the other half far away, though he bears it patiently

وَإِنَّ اِمرَأً في بَلدَةٍ نِصفُ نَفسِهِ

وَنِصفٌ بِأُخرى إِنَّهُ لَصَبورُ

I know my body is a captive in one land

While my heart is captive in another, not here at all

تَعَرَّفتُ جُثماني أَسيراً بِبَلدَةٍ

وَقَلبي بِأُخرى غَيرَ تِلكَ أَسيرُ

Oh you raven of separation, tell me of Lubna

For you know it well, being so wise

أَلا يا غُرابَ البَينِ وَيحَكَ نَبِّني

بِعِلمِكَ في لُبنى وَأَنتَ خَبيرُ

If you bring me no news of the place you've spied

May your wings be broken and no more will you fly

فَإِن أَنتَ لَم تُخبِر بِشَيءٍ عَلِمتَهُ

فَلا طُرتَ إِلّا وَالجَناحُ كَسيرُ

You circle above the dear one's abode while his lover

Spins about him from afar, though he is not near

وَدُرتَ بِأَعداءٍ حَبيبُكَ فيهِمُ

كَما قَد تَراني بِالحَبيبُ أَدورُ