دَعُوا مُقْلَتي تَبْكي لِفقْدِ حَبيبها

لِيُطْفِىءَ بَرْدُ الدَّمْعِ حَرَّ لَهِيبِها

Let my tears flow to mourn the loss of my beloved

So the chill of weeping may quench the burning flames within me

بِمَنْ لَوْ رَأَتْهُ القاطِعاتُ أكُفَّها

لمَا رَضِيَتْ إِلاَّ بقَطْعِ قُلُوبِها

For he who, were the severers to see him, would make them lower their swords

And be content only when they had cut out their own hearts