وذي جنونٍ أظنُّها عرَفَت

لشِقوتي ما يُجنُّه صَدري

I dwell in madness, I think it knows

Of my misery, what maddens my heart,

فهي تُناجي قَلبي بما عَلِمت

منه فتَغتالُه عن الشكرِ

So it whispers to my heart what it learned

From it, thus killing it of gratitude.

ما أطلَعاني على سِرارِهما

أما عجيبٌ أهوى ولا أدري

It did not let me in on their secrets,

Is it not strange to love yet not know?