فَرى نائِباتُ الدَهرَ بَيني وَبَينَها

فَرى نائِباتُ الدَهرَ بَيني وَبَينَها

وَصَرفُ اللَيالي مِثلَما فُري البُردُ

وَصَرفُ اللَيالي مِثلَما فُري البُردُ

The calamities of time tore me from her,

So fate's vicissitudes come between us

and the vicissitudes of the nights, just as a mantle was torn.

And the passage of nights, like the cutting cold.