كَم تُرْزمي وكم تَحِنّي يَانَاقْ

حَسْبُكِ قَد هجتِ الجَوَى والأشْوَاقْ

How much you sigh and yearn, O graceful one

You have already provoked passion and longing

هِي النّوَى فما غَناءُ الإشفاقْ

تَقَسّمَتْنَا بالشّتاتْ والآفَاقْ

It is fate, so cease your compassion

We were divided by distance and horizons

كأنّها خَلْقٌ ونَحن أرْزاقْ

حتّى إذا أدْمَى البكاءُ الآماقْ

As if we are creation and sustenance

Until weeping darkened the depths

أصْقَبَتِ الدّارُ وقَلبِيَ مُشتاقْ

ما أتعَبَ الحاملَ قلباً تَوَّاقْ

The home grew desolate and my heart yearns

No burden tires a heart that longs

كالبرقِ مشبوبَ الضّرامِ خَفّاقْ

Like lightning flickering through the darkness