لا تعذِلوهُ بكى فحقَّ لهُ

شوقاً إلى إلفهِ وقلَّ لهُ

Reproach him not, he wept for he had right

To long for the beloved he once knew

يا قلبَهُ كيفَ ذابَ من كمدٍ

إلى الذي لو يشاءُ علَّلهُ

O his heart, how it melted with yearning

For one who, if he wished, could heal

الداءُ من هزةٍ بعطفتهِ

عليه بالصدِّ والدواءُ لهُ

The sickness that his turning away brought

The cure for him was kindness, yet he met

يا غُصناً منهُ كان ذا خضلٍ

جفاهُ من سلهُ فأذبلهُ

Only harshness. O branch once green

When tended by the gardener - abandoned, withered.