ذَهَبتِ عَلى صَبٍّ شَكا أَلَمَ الهَوى

كَما ذَهَبَت أَرضٌ وَطِئتِ تُرابَها

You went away in youth, he complained of love's pain

As ground that you trod goes, its soil to retain

وَكانَ يُرَجّي نَفعَ شَكواهُ إِذ شَكا

إِلَيكِ فَقَد أَمسى يَخافُ عِقابَها

He hoped that his plaints might yet profit him when

To you he complained; but now fears your disdain