1. بِالوَصلِ وَعدتَني فَطابَ الوَعدُ

    عَجِّل فَعَنِ اِنتظاره لا أَعدو

    You promised me union, and sweet was the promise.

    Hasten, for I do nothing but await it.

  2. في قَلبيَ بعدُ نارُ شَوقي يُذكى

    في صَوب دَمي يَغرَقُ جَفني بَعدُ

    In my heart, the fire of my longing is still kindled.

    In the downpour of my blood, my eyelid still drowns.