فلله ما أبقى الهوى من حشاشةٍ

فلله ما أبقى الهوى من حشاشةٍ

بها للنوى داءٌ يعز دواه

بها للنوى داءٌ يعز دواه

By God, what a remnant of life passion has left,

For God, what remains of love but agony

Within it is an illness of separation whose cure is elusive;

In it lies a malady with cure hard to find

وقلب رماه البين يوم فراقهم

وقلب رماه البين يوم فراقهم

بسهم ومنا اخطاه حين رماه

بسهم ومنا اخطاه حين رماه

And a heart that parting shot on the day of parting from them,

And a heart, separation's arrow did maim

With an arrow—and did not miss it when it shot (reading the unclear ومنا as وما, 'and not').

With an aim gone astray when it shot the mark