يا قاسيَ القَلبِ لَيسَ اللَفظُ مَطمَعَهُ

ساجي الجُفونِ حَنينَ اللَحظِ راحمَهُ

O heartless one, sweet words are not his goal

O slumbering eyelids, pity his yearning soul

أَما تَرِقُّ لِصَبٍّ فيك مُكتَئِبٍ

عفٍّ غَدا صادِقاً في الودِّ كاتِمَهُ

Does not a loyal youth in you stir compassion

Whose affection tomorrow will honestly fashion

أَشبَهتَ يوسُفَ حُسنا وَالمُحبُّ لَهُ

سَبعٌ شِدادٌ عَصى فيهن لائِمَهُ

You resemble Joseph in beauty, and lover of yours

Is imprisoned, though guiltless, in pitiless towers

يَلومُهُ لَيسَ يَدري من يَهيمُ بِهِ

لَكن يَراهُ حَزينَ القَلبِ هائِمَهُ

They blame him, not knowing who makes him despair

Only seeing him gloomy and filled with dark care

كَفاهُ مِنكَ وِصالاً أَن تُكالِمَهُ

وَأَن يَراكَ وَإِن أصبَحتَ كالِمَهُ

To be spoken to by you is the joy he'd implore

Just to see you, though you say to him nothing more