يا سيدي كنت قبلا

أُنساً بهذا الطريقِ

O my master, once before

I took delight in this path

ومذ تغيّبت أمسى

قذى بعين المشوقِ

But since you've been away

It's become grit in the eye of the eager one.

فما مررت صباحا

إلا غصصت بريقي

So never again did I pass morning

Without shedding my tears

ولا رجعت مساءً

إلا شكوتُ خفوقي

Nor return in the evening

Without bewailing my pounding heart.