أَعاتِكَ هَلّا إِذ بَخِلتَ فَلا تَرى

لذي صَبوَةٍ زُلفى لَدَيكِ وَلا رَقّى

Your indifference - when you withheld affection - meant I saw

No tender companion to sit by me, no soothing melody.

رَدَدتِ فُؤاداً قَد تَوَلّى بِهِ الهَوى

وَسَكَّنتِ عَيالا تَمَلُّ وَلا تُرقى

You made a heart that loved you bitterly turn away,

And stilled dependents who can neither rest nor find peace.

وَلكِن خَلَعتِ القَلبَ بِالوَعدِ وَالمُنى

وَلَم أَرَ يَوماً مِنكِ جوداً وَلا صِدقا

But you cast off my heart with promises and wishes,

Never have I seen from you generosity or sincerity.

أَتَنسَينَ أَيّامي بِرَبعِكِ مُدنَفاً

صَريعاً بَأَرضِ الشَأمِ ذا سَقَمٍ مُلقى

Do you forget my days wasting at your camp in misery,

Laid low in Damascus, sick, forsaken?

وَلَيسَ صَديقٌ يَرتَضي لِوَصِيَّةٍ

وَأَدعو لِدائي بِالشَرابِ فَما أَسقى

No friend will consent to a last bequest -

I call out for a drink to cure my sickness, but nothing slakes my thirst.

وَأَكبَرُ هَمّي أَن أَرى لَكِ مُرسَلاً

فَطولَ نَهاري جالِسٌ أَرقُبُ الطُرقا

My greatest sorrow: to see a messenger come from you -

So my days stretch long as I sit watching the roads.

فَوا كَبِدي إِذ لَيسَ لي مِنكِ مَجلِسٌ

فَأَشكوا لِذي بي مِن هَواكِبِ وَما أَلقى

Woe to my liver, since I have no council with you,

I complain to Him who decreed all this about your orbits and their course.

رَأَيتُكِ تَزدادينَ لِلصَّبِّ غِلظَةً

وَيَزدادُ قَلبي كُلَّ يَومٍ لَكُم عِشقاً

I saw you grow more stubborn toward passion,

While my heart day by day grew more infatuated with you.