يُرجّي اِصطِباري وأَيُّ اِصطِبارٍ
يَكونُ لِقَلبٍ عَميدٍ جَرِيِّ
He hopes for my patience, but what patience
Can there be for a staunch heart that flows?
يَقولُ إِذا ما الهَوى شَفَّهُ
لَقَد خُصَّ قَلبي بِداءٍ دَوِيِّ
It says, when passion has loosened its reins,
"My heart was singled out for a far-reaching illness."
يَبيتُ عَلى مِثلِ جَمرِ الغَضا
وَإِن باتَ فَوقَ مِهادٍ وَطِيِّ
It spends the night like embers of unhealed wounds
And if it sleeps on a soft bed,
يَنامُ الخَلِيُّ وَما لِلشَجِيِّ
رُقادٌ إِذا طالَ نَومُ الخَلِيِّ
The friend sleeps, but the lovelorn
Has no rest, even when the friend slumbers.