يا لاهِياً عَنْ غَرامي

ومُعْرِضاً عَنْ سَقامِي

Oh longing one who turns from my love

And ignores my sickness

وجامِحاً ليسَ يَثني

وَجْهاً لِرَدِّ سَلامِي

And whose face does not soften

To return my greeting

إنِّي لأَصْبرُ حَتَّى

تَعُودَ سَهْلَ المرامِ

I will be patient until

You become easy to handle

لا بُدَّ للشَّعْر يُلقي

عليك أيَّ زمامِ

Poetry will surely cast upon you

Its reins

وكُلُّ صَعْبٍ جُمُوحٍ

يَنْقادُ طَوْعَ اللِّجامِ

And every stubborn difficult one

Is tamed by the bridle