يا ذا الَّذي بِعَذابي ظَلَّ مُفتَخِرا

هَل أَنتَ إِلّا مَليكٌ جارَ إِذ قَدَرا

O you who boast of my torment

Are you anything but a neighbor when fate decrees?

لَولا الهَوى لَتَجارَينا عَلى قَدَرٍ

فَإِن أُفِق مِنهُ يَوماً ما فَسَوفَ تَرى

Were it not for passion, we would have vied in measure

For if I recover from it one day, you shall see