أَشكو اِنفِرادي بِالهُمومِ وَوَحشَتي

لَفُراقِكُم وَصَبابَتي وَحَنيني

I complain of being alone with worries, and my loneliness

For being far from you, and my youth, and my yearning,

وَتَلَفُّتي كَيما أَراكِ وَما أَرى

إِلّا خَيالاً مُذكِراً يُؤذيني

And my turning this way and that, hoping to see you,

Yet I see naught but a phantom that hurts me