أمنُونٌ بدَت لنا أم جُفونُ

حَركاتٌ للسُّقمِ فيها سُكُونُ

Is it a dream that appeared to us, or sleepy eyelids

With movements of sickness in them there is tranquility

بعتُها طالَما حَيِيتُ هُجُوعي

بدمُوعي فأيُّنا المَغبُونُ

I have sent her as long as I lived my sorrows

With my tears, so who is more foolish

أنا باللَّهِ في السَّقامِ كَما قا

لَ مَهينٌ ولا يَكادُ يُبِينُ

I, by God, in sickness as he said

There is no disgrace and can hardly be seen