وَيَومٍ كَنارِ الشوقِ في قَلبِ عاشِقٍ

عَلى أَنَّهُ مِنها أَحَرُّ وَأَوقَدُ

And a day like the fire of longing in a lover's heart

Though from it I am hotter and more inflamed

ظَلِلتُ بِها عِندَ المُبَرِّدِ قائِظاً

فَما زِلتُ مِن أَلفاظِهِ أَتَبَرَّدُ

I lingered with her by the ice-cold camp

Yet from her words I could find no warmth