نفسُ الكئيبِ وذلةُ المهجورِ

نطقا لعذالي بسرِّ ضميري

The sorrowful soul and the humiliation of the abandoned one

Spoke to my torment with the secret of my conscience

يا مَن نَعى جِسمي إليهِ بطرفهِ

نظرٌ يشوبُ سقامهُ بفتورِ

O you who blamed my body with a glance of your eye

A look that mixes its sickness with disdain

إن دامَ ما أضحى بطرفِكَ بي شكَت

عيني إلى بدني وقلَّ سروري

If the condition brought on me by your glance remains

My eyes complained to my body and my joy diminished

فبحُسنِ وجهكَ والضياءُ يمدهُ

ليسَ الوِصالُ لمثلهِ بنَكيرِ

For by the beauty of your face and the light it provides

Reunion with the likes of you is no disgrace