ما مرّ بي في ثوبه البالي

إلا وأذكى حرّ بلبالي

Never did he pass me in his threadbare robe

without kindling the searing heat of my anguish.

يا لائمي دعني ونار الهوى

تذكو إذا مرّ بالبال

O you who blame me, leave me with passion’s fire—

it blazes whenever he crosses my mind.