بكى عاذلي مِن رَحمةٍ فرحمتُهُ

وكَم مُسعدٍ لي في الهَوى ومُعينِ

My blamer wept in pity, so I took pity on him,

Though many joyous ones I have in passion, and helpers,

ورقَّت دموعُ العينِ حتَّى كأنَّها

دموعُ دموعي لا دموعُ جُفوني

And the tears of my eyes flowed until it was as if

They were the tears of my tears, not the tears of my eyelids.