ضَمانٌ أَن يُكَنَّفَ مُذ تَوَلّى

وَقَلبي مِن تَذَكُّرِهِ مَريضُ

Since he turned away has been my guarantee

And my heart is sick remembering him

ضَنيتُ وَكَيفَ لا يَضنى مُحِبٌّ

يُشَرِّدُ نَومَهُ دَمعٌ يَفيضُ

I pine, how could a lover not

His sleep is scattered by overflowing tears

ضَميري مَرتَعُ الأَحزانِ دَهري

وَطَرفي عَن سِوى سَكَني غَضيضُ

My conscience is the pasture of sorrows

And my eye turns from any abode resentfully

ضِرامُ الشَوقِ في أَثناءِ قَلبي

وَبَينَ جَوانِحي جَمرٌ قَضيضُ

Yearning's embers amongst my heart

And between my ribs a blazing coal