فُؤادُ صَبٍّ أَذابَهُ الكَمَدُ
وَجَفْنُ عَيْنٍ أَودى بِهِ السَّهَدُ
A smitten heart melted by yearning's flame,
An eyelid worn by the tears of night.
يا زَفَراتي كَمْ أَشْتَكيكِ فَمَا
يُنْصِفُني مِنْكِ في الهَوى أَحَدُ
Oh my sighs, how much do I complain,
Yet none empathize with my love's plight,
لِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ حَدٌّ يَبينُ بِهِ
وَما لِوَجْدي حَدٌّ وَلا أَمَدُ
All things in life have a limit ordained,
Except my passion which knows no bound.
مَنْ كَانَ مِثْلي فَالْمَوْتُ راحَتُهُ
وَالمَوْتُ وَاللَهِ دُونَ ما أَجِدُ
Who suffers as I, for him death's domain
Is comfort found, by God what I have found!