ليس يدري الخلي ما في فؤادي

إذ فقدت الهوى وطعم الرقادِ

The cupbearer knows not what is in my heart

Since I lost love and the taste of sleep

ما ترى حال مدنفٍ ذي اكتئابٍ

طرفه بين عبرةٍ وسهادِ

You see not the state of a grieving lover

Whose eyes are between tears and slumber

قاده الوجد طائعاً حيث لبا

هُ محباًَ كانا على ميعاد

Passion led him willingly where it called

They were lovers who had made a tryst

فرمته بالشوق في وضح القل

بِ فما أخطأت مكان السواد

So I pierced him with yearning in broad daylight

And my aim found the pupil of his eye