كئيبُ الفؤادِ طويلُ الدنَف

قليلُ العزاء كثيرُ الأسَف

The heart is gloomy, lengthy is its sigh

Little is its solace, abundant its anguish

يُردّدُ في طرفهِ دَمعَه

فباحَ بكتمانِ ما قد سَلَف

It repeats in its glance its teardrop

So it confided the secret of what had passed

وَصرَّف للعاذلينَ الهَوى

وأسلمهُ صبرُهُ فاعترَف

And turned to the reproachers of passion

And its patience conceded so it confessed

وفر إلى اللَهِ من حَيرةٍ

إذا شاءَ من عاشقيه انتصَف

And it fled to God from confusion

If He willed, from its lovers it gained vengeance