سلوت يا قلب فلا تلتفت

له ولا للطيف في الهجعه

Be still, O heart, and heed him not

In sleep's sweet ease, nor yet when day is hot,

ولا تعد واخش لظى هجره

فالنار عقبى القول بالرجعه

Make no vain vows, thy pleadings will avail thee naught,

For fire, not love, is his return, I wot.