روحي بك يا معذبي قد شقيت

في جنب رضاك في الهوى ما لقيت

My soul with you, my tormentor, has suffered

In your acceptance of love I have not found

لا تعجل بالله عليها فعسى

أن تدركها برجمة إن بقيت

Do not rush, by God, against her, perhaps

You will attain her with patience, if you endure