عذابي بعذبِ الذكرِ عذبِ المُقبلِ

ومَن سَهمُهُ الريانُ من دَم مَقتلي

My torment tortures with the sweetness of remembrance,

And he whose arrow is dripping from my blood of annihilation,

رَمانيَ من عينيهِ بالسقمِ والضَّنى

فأَجرَاهما في كلٍّ عضوٍ ومفصِلِ

He has shot me from his eyes with sickness and melancholy,

So they streamed through each limb and joint,

وساوَرَني العُذال فيهِ ولم أجِب

وكيفَ نصيرٌ للكئيبِ المعذَّلِ

And blame reproached me through him, and I did not respond,

And how can one console the miserable afflicted one?

وغالبَني من دمعِ عينيَّ واكِفٌ

جرى منهُ مجرى عبرةِ المتنحلِ

And the tears of my eyes have overwhelmed me,

Flowing from them like the tears of one in dissolution.