إِذا مرَّ ذِكراكُم بقلبي تَضَايَقتْ

إِذا مرَّ ذِكراكُم بقلبي تَضَايَقتْ

ضُلوعِيَ عَمَّا تَحتَهُنَّ من الوَجْدِ

ضُلوعِيَ عَمَّا تَحتَهُنَّ من الوَجْدِ

When remembrance of you passes through my heart, too tight grow

When your memory passes through my heart, my ribs are straitened by the passion beneath them. And I marvel at our estrangement after such intimacy, and at our separation after such nearness.

My ribs for the longing beneath them.

وأَعْجبُ من تَشْتِيتِنَا بعدَ أُلْفَةٍ

وأَعْجبُ من تَشْتِيتِنَا بعدَ أُلْفَةٍ

ومن نَقلِنَا بعد الدُّنُوِّ إِلى البُعدِ

ومن نَقلِنَا بعد الدُّنُوِّ إِلى البُعدِ

And I marvel at our separation after intimacy,

And at our being moved, after nearness, into distance.