دَعَتني إِلى وَصلِها جَهرَةً

وَلَم تَدرِ أَنّي لَها أَعشقُ

She called me openly to meet her

And knew not that for her I pine

فَقُمتُ وَلِلسَقمِ في مَفرِقي

إِلى قَدَمي أَلسُنٌ تَنطِقُ

So I rose, though sickness racked my frame

And unto my feet tongues spoke