أينَ لي مثلُ قلبهِ فأصد

كيفَ أسلو وليس لي منه بُدُّ

Where can I find a heart like his to confide in?

How can I be consoled when I cannot do without him?

كانَ وجدي عليهِ وهو شديدٌ

واشتياقي إليهِ منهُ أشدُّ

My passion for him was intense, and so was his severity,

Yet my yearning for him was even more intense.

ظنَّ ما بي هزلاً فأمسكَ عني

والذي بي من كلِّ جدٍّ أجدُّ

He thought my passion was merely jesting, so he shunned me,

Though what I felt for him was all too serious and sincere.

فنيت عبرتي عليهِ حنيناً

فبخدِّي من دمعِ عيني خدُّ

I pined for him until I was consumed with grief -

My cheeks still bear the stain of my tears' blood.