أَما تَرى الغَيْمَ يا مَنْ قَلْبه قاسي

كَأَنَّهُ أَنا مِقْياساً بِمِقْياسِ

Do you see the clouds, O you whose heart is cruel

As though it were I, a measure with my measure

قَطْرٌ كَدَمْعي وبَرْقٌ مِثْلَ نارِ جَوىً

في القَلْبِ مِنّي وريحٌ مِثْلَ أَنْفاسي

A raindrop like my tear, lightning like the fire of my passion

In the heart from me, and wind like my breaths