مدنفُ القلبِ سقيمُ البدنِ

لم تذُق عَيناهُ طَعمَ الوَسنِ

Sick at heart, frail in body

His eyes have never tasted the sweetness of sleep

أنسَ الأجفانُ بالدمعِ كما

أنِست أحشاؤهُ بالحزَنِ

His eyelids have become accustomed to tears

Just as his insides have become accustomed to sorrow

أيُّها العاذلُ لا تعذلُني

لُمتَني في حبِّ من يَهجرني

Oh reproacher, do not reproach me

Blame me for loving one who abandons me

لا أراهُ فأرى مكتئباً

وَهو المَسرورُ إن لم يَرني

I do not see him and find him dejected

Yet he is happy if he does not see me