كانَت عَناصِرُ جِسمي لا يُقارِبُها

طل السِقام وَقَد أَمسى بِها وابِل

My body's elements were not afflicted by

The onslaught of illnesses, until it overtook them.

وَكَيفَ لا وَبِقَلبي زَفرَة وَعَنا

وَأَعيُن الغَيد تَروى السِحر عَن بابِل

How could they not be, when my heart exhales with sighs,

And the eyes of the gazelle quench their magic from the rainwater.

وَالجِسمُ مِن سَقمِهِ صَد العِلاجُ فَما

أَرى فُؤادي لِجُرعاتِ الشَفا قابِل

From its illness, my body has rejected treatment, so I do not

See my heart accepting doses of remedy.

لَو شَخص الداء جالينوس أَعجَزَهُ

وَقالَ لُقمانُ تَكليفي بِهِ باطِل

If Galen had examined this sickness, it would have defeated him,

And Luqman would say that treating me was futile.

كَيفَ الشِفاءُ وَمَن أَهواهُ فارَقَني

هَيهاتَ اِنَّ الجَوى بَحر بِلا ساحِل

How can there be healing, when the one I love left me?

Alas, ardent love is an endless sea.

جاءَ الطَبيبُ يُداويني فَقُلتُ لَهُ

دَع عَنكَ طبي وَلا تَتعَب بِلا طائِل

The doctor came to treat me, so I said:

Leave off your medicine, do not tire yourself in vain.

تَعذر الطِب وَالبرء اِنزَوى وَنَأى

عَنّي وَلَونى مِن فِعل الهَوى حائِل

Medicine and recovery have avoided and shunned me,

Prevented by the deeds of passion.

ما يَنفَعُ الطِب وَالاِحشاء في حَرق

وَالجِفنُ مِن فَرطِ وُجدى دَمعِهِ هاطِل

Medicine and physicians are useless for a burning heart,

And the eyelids overflow with tears.

اِن كُنتَ تُنكِر ما بي مِن جَوى وَضَنى

فَجِس نَبضي فَهُوَ الشاهِد العادِل

If you doubt the passion and longing within me,

Then feel my pulse, for it is the just witness.

فَقالَ لي بَعد جس النَبضِ وا أَسَفا

الداءُ اِن عَظُمتَ أَعراضُهُ قاتَل

He said to me after feeling the pulse, alas:

If its symptoms are severe, the disease is fatal.