أمَّا فُؤادي فلهُ

فليتهُ علَّله

My heart, though ill, still dreams -

Would that it gained what it yearns!

أوليتهُ أدركَ بال

إِحسان ما أمَّلهُ

Would that it knew in full

The kindness for which it burns!

أوليتهُ يدركُ مِن

قلبيَ ما حلَّ لَهُ

Would that from my heart it drew

All that to which love turns!

أوليتَهُ كافأني

بالودِّ أن يقتلَهُ

Would that, for the love I bore,

It returned love, not scorn.