جَرَحَ الفُؤادَ بِصَدِّهِ

مَنْ لا يَرِقُّ لِعَبدِهِ

He wounded my heart with his aloofness

One who does not care for his servant

حُلْوُ الشَّمائِلِ أَهْيَفٌ

فَضَحَ القَضيبَ بِقَدِّهِ

Of sweet temper yet indifferent

His cheek put spring to shame with its beauty

سالَتْ مَسايِلُ عارِضَي

هِ بنفسجاً في وَرْدِهِ

Down his cheeks tears flowed

Like violets amid roses

فَكأَنَّهُ مِنْ حُسْنِهِ

عَبَثَ الرَبيعُ بِخَدِّهِ

As though spring itself

Had toyed with his cheek