بِالغَورِ أهلُكِ يابُثَينَ وأهلُنا

بالأبْرَقَينِ فأينَ أينَ المُلْتقى

With ghouls do you dwell, O Bu Thayna, while we dwell with our loved ones,

By El-Abraqayn! Where, oh where can we meet?

بَعُدَ المزَارُ فلو سَرى لزيارتِي

طيفُ الخيالِ ثَناهُ هولُ المُرتَقى

The shrine is far away, else would my phantom pay you a visit,

Fear of the rugged ascent has prevented it.

كم شِمتُ برقاً منك أخْلَفَ نوْءُه

قبلَ النّوى وظننتُ ظَنّا أخْفَقَا

How often a flash from you has made me glad, but the wish that followed it was unfulfilled.

I thought it was a prelude to union, but how mistaken I was!

فَعلامَ أجزَعُ للفِراقِ وإنّنِي

لأرَاه أرْأفَ بالقُلوبِ وأرفَقَا

Why then should I grieve over separation, when I know

That it is more compassionate and gentler to hearts than union?