الصبّ بكم قد فنيت أدمعه

من فرط جوى تضمه أضلعه

The young man's tears have gone, disappeared

From the intense ardour held in his ribs

لا يطمع في الوصل وهيهات بلى

أدنى خطرات طيفكم تقنعه

He has no hope of union, far from it!

The slightest traces of your phantom content him