خَلِّ عَينيَّ والكَرى

ما كَذا كانَ بَينَنا

Let my eyes cease their weeping, and reproach too,

For not like this was it between us,

أو فَإن لاحَ مِنهُما

في البُكا بَعضُ سِرِّنا

Or if tears should appear from them,

Then in weeping some of our secret would be.

مَن يَكونُ الَّذي أذا

عَ الهَوى أنتَ أم أنا

Who is it that has suffered

From love? You or I?