1. ما في الفؤاد وإن هجرت سواكا

    كلا ولا في القلب غير هواكا

    There is no one in my heart but you, though you forsake me.

    No indeed, nor anything in my heart but love for you.

  2. يا هاجراً أضنى المتيّم هجرهُ

    قل لي متى يدنى الرضا مضناكا

    O forsaker, whose desertion has wasted the love-enslaved one,

    Tell me: when will your favor draw your wasted lover near?

  3. فوحق حبك لا يفارقني الضنا

    حتى أرى متفيئاً بدراكا

    So, by the sanctity of love for you, this wasting will not leave me,

    Until I find myself taking shade beneath your two full moons [reading uncertain].

  4. فاهجر وعذب بالبعاد حشاشتي

    فأسيرُ حبك لا يروم فكاكا

    So forsake me, and torment my remaining life with separation;

    For the captive of your love seeks no release.

  5. هذى دموعي حسرة تهمى على

    ما فاتني من نيل قرب رضاكا

    These tears of mine stream in sorrow over

    What I have missed of attaining nearness to your favor.

  6. يا هائما بهواهمُ عرس بهم

    ولتفن في عرصاتهم محياكا

    O you enraptured by love for them, halt for the night among them,

    And spend your life in their courtyards.

  7. فعسى أوارك أن يعَلّ بنهلةٍ

    تطفى لهيبا من غليل ظماكا

    So may your burning thirst be slaked with a draught

    That extinguishes a flame born of your thirst's burning heat.

  8. يا متلفى وهواه بين جوانحي

    رفقاً بمضنى لا يطيق حراكا

    O my destroyer, whose love lies between my ribs,

    Be gentle with one so wasted he cannot stir.

  9. خذلته دعواه وعزّ نصيره

    فمتى تجمع شملَهُ لقياكا

    His claim has failed him, and his helper is hard to find;

    So when will meeting you make him whole again?

  10. فارحم حليف مراقد كم بات في

    ظلم الدياجي معلنا بنداكا

    So pity one bound to his bed, who has spent so many nights in

    The gloom of dark nights, proclaiming your bounty.

  11. هجر المنام وبات يسكب جفنه

    سح الدموع بساحتي مغناكا

    He forsook sleep, and all night his eyelid poured

    A torrent of tears in the two courtyards of your abode.

  12. تاللَه ما يشفى تلهّفهُ ولا

    يبرى ضناه غير قرب لقاكا

    By God, nothing heals his yearning, nor

    Cures his wasting, except the nearness of meeting you.