يا قلبُ ما للهَوى ومالَك

رآكَ تبكي فَما رَثى لك

O heart, what is this passion and what ails you?

He saw you weeping yet he did not mourn you.

وَيا قريحَ الجفونِ ضعفاً

أما ترى من وهبتَ حالَك

O my teary eyelids in your weakness,

Do you not see to whom you gave your state?

يا نائمَ الطرفِ هب لِعيني

من لَذَّةِ النومِ ما بَدا لَك

O you with slumbering eyes, grant my eyes

Some of the bliss of sleep you feel.

كانت فِدا مُقلتيكَ عينٌ

ساهرةٌ لا ترى خيالَك

My eyes would be ransomed for your eyelids

That stay awake and cannot see your image.