1. أَلاَ لَيْتَ شِعْرِي بَعْدَ طُولِ افْتِراقِنا

    مَتَى يَجْمَعُ اللهُ الكَريمُ لَنَا الشَّمْلاَ

    Ah, would that I knew, after our long separation,

    when God, the Generous, will reunite us.

  2. مَضَتْ مئتانِ مِنْ لَيالٍ أعُدُّها

    ومِنْ دُونِ أَحْبابي أَرَى الحَزْنَ والسَّهْلاَ

    Two hundred nights have passed—I count them—

    and between me and my loved ones I see rugged and level ground.