1. وَمُستَضحِكٍ مِن عَبرَتي وَبُكائي

    بِكَفَّيهِ دائي في الهَوى وَدَوائي

    And one who laughs at my tears and weeping,

    in whose hands lie my sickness in love and my cure,

  2. رَآني وَعَيني بِالدُموعِ غَزيرَةٌ

    وَقَد هَتَكَ الهِجرانُ سِترَ عَزائي

    saw me, my eye overflowing with tears,

    while estrangement had torn the veil of my composure.

  3. بَسَطتُ إِلَيهِ راحَتي مُتَضَرِّعاً

    أُناشِدُهُ أَلّا يُخيبَ رَجائي

    I stretched my palm toward him in supplication,

    beseeching him not to disappoint my hope.

  4. فَقالَ فَمَن أَبكاكَ إِن كُنتَ صادِقاً

    فَقُلتُ الَّذي أَهوى فَقالَ سَوائي

    Then he said, “Who made you weep, if you are truthful?”

    I said, “The one I love.” He said, “Someone other than me.”