تُطالبني عَيني فَلم تَعدُ بُعدَكم

تُطالبني عَيني فَلم تَعدُ بُعدَكم

وأَنتم على حُكم النَوى في سَوادِها

وأَنتم على حُكم النَوى في سَوادِها

My eye importunes me; it has not gone beyond your absence.

My eyes implore me, though you are no longer far

And you, despite separation’s decree, are in its dark pupil.

And you are under the sway of the date palm's darkness

وَتُطمِعني في طَيفِكم بِرُقادها

وَتُطمِعني في طَيفِكم بِرُقادها

فَأَزجُرها كَحلاً بِميلُ سهادها

فَأَزجُرها كَحلاً بِميلُ سهادها

And through its sleep it makes me hope for your phantom.

They tempt me with your phantom in its slumber

So I chide it, applying kohl with the wand of its sleeplessness.

So I chide them, with collyrium, for the tilt of its pillow

ولي مُهجةٌ لم تَبق فيها بقيةٌ

ولي مُهجةٌ لم تَبق فيها بقيةٌ

سِوى ما سَكَنتُم من صَميم فُؤادها

سِوى ما سَكَنتُم من صَميم فُؤادها

And I have a soul in which no remnant remains,

And I have a heart wherein remains no remnant

Save the part of its heart’s core that you have inhabited.

Except what you have settled in its innermost core