1. My sighs proclaim a love which fadeth never,
The torment of my grief naught may relieve;
١. وَاِكبثدي مِن زَفَراتِ الضَنى
حُبَّ لَها مِمّا تَذوبُ الفَنا
2. No blame to lovers who have fled discretion,
For madness holds me fast, and I must grieve.
٢. لَم يَضَعِ اللَومُ عَلى عاشِقٍ
شَفرَتَهُ إِلّا اِنتِحابي أَنا