1. يَا جَامِعَ الشَّمْلِ هَلْ مُقَامٌ

    يُقْعِدُنِي مِنْكَ خَيْرَ مَقْعَدْ

    O gatherer of the scattered, is there a place

    That would seat me beside you in the finest seat?

  2. فَقَدْ سَقَانِي النَّوَى بِكَأسٍ

    جَرَّعَ قَلْبِي مَرَارَةَ الصَّدْ

    For separation has made me drink from a cup

    That made my heart swallow the bitterness of rejection.

  3. وَسَاحَ فِي الخَدّ سَحُّ دَمْعِي

    أمَا تَرَاهُ غَداَ مُجَدَّدْ

    And the torrent of my tears flowed down my cheek;

    Do you not see how it has become streaked?

  4. وَضَلَّ قُطْبُ الفُؤَادِ لَمَّا

    حَكَّمْتَ لَحْظاً سَقَى وَعَرْبَدْ

    And my heart’s axis went astray when

    You made a glance the arbiter—it gave drink and caroused.