قُل للّذينَ نأوْا والقلبُ دارُهُمُ

قُل للّذينَ نأوْا والقلبُ دارُهُمُ

وِجدَانُنا كُلّ شَيءٍ بَعدَكُم عَدَمُ

وِجدَانُنا كُلّ شَيءٍ بَعدَكُم عَدَمُ

Say to those who have gone afar, whose home is the heart:

Tell those who shunned me, though in their hearts they dwell

All that we find after you is nothingness.

Without you all is naught, our souls cannot foretell

جَهلتُ أُنْسِي بكُم والدارُ دَانيةٌ

جَهلتُ أُنْسِي بكُم والدارُ دَانيةٌ

حتّى إذا نَزَحَتْ أدْمَى يدِي النّدَمُ

حتّى إذا نَزَحَتْ أدْمَى يدِي النّدَمُ

I did not know my joy in your company while the dwelling was near,

Estranged am I, forgotten, though my home remains

Until, when it grew distant, regret bloodied my hand.

Until removal bares my hand in woeful shame