غضبتَ بلا سببٍ يُعرَف

وجُرتَ عليَّ فما تُنصِف

You got angry for no reason that's known

And you were unfair to me, how unjust you've shown

وبي من هواكَ الذي بعضُهُ

ينوءُ به الموجَعُ المدنَف

And I have within me a passion for you

That makes my aching heart softly croon

وشوقٌ تحرقَ منهُ الحشا

إليكَ وعيني له تذرِفُ

A yearning that sets the desert bushes ablaze

My eyes rain tears for you, my beloved, my muse

صبرتُ على مرِّ مكروههِ

ومثليَ عن مثله يضعُفُ

I've been patient through bitterness and strife

Unlike me, others would simply refuse