1. ما بَينَ جفائِها وَبَينَ المَيلِ

    ضاعَت فُرَصُ الشَباب وَيلي وَيلي

    Between her coldness and affection,

    Youth’s opportunities were lost—woe is me, woe is me!

  2. زارَتنيَ فاِستَبطَأَتِ الصُبحَ وَكَم

    جاءَتنيَ تَستَقصِرُ طولَ اللَيلِ

    She visited me and found dawn slow to come—and how often

    She came to me, finding the long night too short.