إِذا حَارَ رَكْبُ الشَّوْقِ في رَبْعِ لَوْعَتي

جَعَلْتُ لَهُ بَادِي الأَنِينِ دَلِيلا

When the caravan of longing wandered in the abode of my agony,

I made the expanse of my sighs a guide for it.

وَإِنْ عَادَ لَيْلُ العَتْبِ أَقْمَرَ بِالرِّضَا

وَعَوَّضْتَني مِنْهُ الكَثِيرَ قَليلا

And if the night of reproach became as bright as the full moon with acceptance,

You compensated me for its abundance with little.

فَما بالُ خَيْلِ الغَدْرِ في حَلْبَةِ الوَفَا

تُطرِّقُ لِلبَلوى إِلَيَّ سِبِيلا

So why does the cavalry of betrayal in the arena of loyalty

Pave the way of tribulation for me?

سَأَسْتَعْتِبُ الأَيَّامَ فِيكَ لَعَلَّها

تُبَلِّغُني بِالعَتْبِ فِيكَ قَبُولا

I will reproach the days for you, perhaps they

Will convey to me acceptance of reproach in you.