لاَ تُكْثِرُوا عَذْلاً وَلا لَوْمَا

لَمْ يُبْقِ حَرُّ الهَجْرِ لِي نَوْمَا

Reproach me not, nor blame impart

Sleep is not left for burning heart

وَيلي عَلَى هِجْرانِ مَنْ هَجْرُهُ

قَدْ سَامَنِي وِرْدَ الرَّدى سَوْمَا

Woe betide estrangement of the one estranged

It has made me taste the wine of anguish

أَنْكَرَني حَتَّى كَأَنْ لَمْ يَكُنْ

يَعْرِفُني مِنْ دَهْرِهِ يَوْمَا

He disowned me as though he has never known

Me for a day in the days of yore