نِيرانُ هَجْري لَيْسَ تَخْمَدْ

وَسُيُوفُ عَيْنِكَ لَيْسَ تُغْمَدْ

The fires of your abandonment do not die down

And the swords of your eyes do not go back in their sheaths

وَالنَّفْسُ فيما ساءَها

طَلَباً لَما يُرْضِيكَ تَجْهَدْ

My soul strives for what pleases you

In spite of what distresses it

وَالْجُودُ مِنْكَ مَباعَدٌ

وَالْبُخْلُ دانٍ لَيْسَ يَبْعُدْ

Your generosity is distant

Your stinginess is near, it does not go far

مَنْ ذا يَكُونُ مُبَشِّرِي

بِالْعَطْفِ مِنْكَ عَليَّ أَحْمَدْ

Who will give me good news

Of your kindness towards me, I long for it