قد غبت عني وما أعددت لي جلداً

ألقى به حر أشواقي وأشجاني

You were away from me, yet prepared no leather flask

To contain the scalding heat of my longing and sorrow.

فاعمل معدل شوقي عند عودك لي

واحسب ولا تلقني إلا بميزان

So please, when you return, do justice to my yearning,

And weigh it out carefully, do not estimate or guess.