كم بت من المسا إلى الأشراق
من فرقتكم ومطربي أشواقي
How often I passed the night, from evening until daybreak,
Parted from you, with my longings as my minstrel;
والهم منا دمي ونقلي ندمي
والدمع مدا متى وجفني الساقي
Sorrow was my boon companion, and remorse my wine-relish;
And tears—how long, until when?—were my wine, my eyelid the cupbearer.
Sol 5.6