فُؤادي كما شاءَت لِحاظُ غزالي

جريحٌ فما لِلعاذِلينَ ومالي

My heart is wounded as my gazelle-eyed beloved desired

Injured, so what is it to the blamers and what is it to me

وَدَمعي نَظيمٌ فوق خَدّي كأنَّني

أَمَرتُ دُموعي أن تَخُطَّ مقالي

And my tears are strung like pearls upon my cheek as if

I commanded my tears to write down my words

لِيَلمحَها اللاحي فَيَرثي لِصَبوَتي

وَيَقرأَها الواشي فَيَرحمَ حالي

So the passerby may notice them and lament my passion

And the night patrol may read them and have mercy on my state