دمعٌ سيبذلهُ وكانَ يصونُهُ

دنِفٌ أصيبَ فأسعدتهُ جفونُهُ

Tears he would shed though he'd protect them,

A wounded heart though eyelids healed him,

لم يبكِ حتَّى غرَّهُ بفراقهِ

إلفٌ وطالَ بكاؤُهُ وحنينُهُ

He did not weep until parting fooled him,

A friend of old, prolonged his crying, his yearning,

ألِفَ السهادَ وهَل ينامُ متيمٌ

ما إن ينامُ زفيرُهُ وأنينُهُ

He's used to wakefulness. Can an enamored one sleep?

His sighs and moans won't let him sleep.

يا مَن يلومُ أفِق ودَعني والهَوى

أيُطيعني قلبي وهَذا دينُهُ

O you who blame me, leave me be! This passion

Won't obey my heart though it's his religion.