قلبٌ بكى في ضَميرِ مرتهنِ

يسعدُ طرفاً بدمعِ مكتمِنِ

A heart wept in the conscience of a captive

Whose eyes delighted in tears concealed

كِلاهُما عذبا بِما جَنيا

فَمن رأى مدنفين في بدنِ

Both were tormented by what they reaped

So who would see two afflicted in one body?

كساهما الوجدُ حلةً بليت

وهي جديدٌ من صنعة الحزنِ

Passion clothed them in tattered robes

Woven by sorrow's hand anew

وَكل هَذا شوقٌ إلى حسنٍ

لم يُرزقا من فَعالهِ الحسنِ

All this - yearning for a beauty

That was not granted from its fair deeds