كيفَ أقرحتَ بالدموعِ جُفوني

يا بَديعَ الجَمالِ ملءَ العيونِ

How you have ulcerated my eyelids with tears

O paragon of beauty, filling the eyes

وكَسوتَ السقامَ صبا كَئيباً

قلبهُ بينَ زفرةٍ وأنينِ

And clothed the sickly youth in gloomy attire

His heart between sigh and moan

ما يذوقُ المنامَ من حسراتٍ

جمعت بين روحهِ والمنونِ

He cannot taste sleep from the regrets

That gathered his soul and death

لم يجِد مُسعداً فيَشكو إِليه

ما يلاقي وَمن له بِحزينِ

He found none to confide his woes

What he endures, and none to sympathize