1. The pangs of longing wasted me away,
And to the eyes of lovers I grew frail.
١. لَقَد أَنحَلَ الهِجرانُ جِسمِيَ في الهَوى
فَعَن أَعيُنِ الرّائينَ في العِشقِ ضِعتُ
2. If I, like an ant, were brought to his mouth,
It would not feel cramped, for I am frail.
٢. فَلَو أَنّ برغوثاً وُضِعتُ بِثَغرِهِ
لَما ضاقَ عَنّي ثَغره إِذ وُضِعتُ