لو غيرُ دمعي له مُذ قد كتبتُ بهِ

على فؤاديَ والدمعُ الذي نفدا

Had my tears been other than my tears since I wrote with them

Upon my heart, and the tears that have been shed are done,

ما ينقضي الشوقُ من عيني منسكباً

من المدامعِ إلا لم يعد أبدا

Then desire would not cease flowing from my eyes,

With tears, and they would not end, never.

إني لأرحمُ طرفاً ليسَ يرحمني

من البكاءِ وقلباً موجعاً كمدا

Truly I pity an eye that does not pity me

From weeping, and a heart hurting continually.

يا مسلكَ الدمعِ من قلبي إلى بصري

أردد دموعي لا تُشمت بنا أحدا

O pathway of tears from my heart into my sight,

Return my tears, let no one gloat over our pain.