أَمَوْلاَيَ يَا نَيِّرَ الْمَطْلَعِ

بِعَادُكَ أَذْكَى لَظَى جَزَعِي

O my master, of radiant ascent,

Your absence has kindled the flames of my anguish.

أَقُولُ وَقَدْ حَانَ وَقْتُ الْفِرَاقِِ

وَقَدْ كِدْتُ أَسْبَحُ فِي أَدْمُعِي

I speak, as the time of parting arrives,

While I am all but swimming in my tears:

يَعِزُّ عَلَيَّ فِرَاقُكَ يَا

غَزَالَ النَّقَا وَرَشَا الأَجْرُعِ

Grievous to me is your parting, O

Gazelle of the pure sands and fawn of the dunes.

لَئِنْ بَانَ شَخْصُكَ عَنْ نَاظِرِي

فَمَا بَانَ حُبُّكَ عَنْ أَضْلُعِي

Though your figure has parted from my sight,

Your love has never parted from my ribs.

أُوَدِّعُكَ اللهَ سُبْحَانَهُ

وَمَنْ وَدَّعَ اللهُ لَمْ يُودَعِ

I entrust you to God, the Exalted,

And he whom God protects is never forsaken.