1. دموعيَ لا ما أوْدَعَتْهُ الغمائمُ

    وشكوايَ لا ما رددْتهُ الحمائِمُ

    My tears, not what the clouds have shed;

    And my lament, not what the doves have echoed.

  2. فَمَنْ مُسْعِدي والحظُّ عنيَ غافلٌ

    وزَنْدَ زفيري راحَ يَوريه ضارمُ

    So who will comfort me, while fortune is heedless of me?

    And a kindler has begun to draw fire from the firestick of my sighs.