كتابِي ولولاَ أنّ يأسَي قد نَهى اش

كتابِي ولولاَ أنّ يأسَي قد نَهى اش

تِياقي لذَابَ الطِّرسُ من حَرِّ أنْفَاسِي

تِياقي لذَابَ الطِّرسُ من حَرِّ أنْفَاسِي

My letter—and had my despair not restrained

My book, if not for my despair holding back

my longing, the page would have melted from the heat of my breaths.

My yearning, the parchments would burn from my fiery breath

وبعدُ فعندِي وحشةٌ لو تَقسّمتْ

وبعدُ فعندِي وحشةٌ لو تَقسّمتْ

على الخلقِ لم يستأنِس النّاسُ بالنّاسِ

على الخلقِ لم يستأنِس النّاسُ بالنّاسِ

And now, I have a loneliness that, were it divided

Moreover, I have a loneliness - if divided

among all creation, people would find no comfort in one another.

Among mankind, people would not find company in people