بَكَيتُ دَماً مِن فَرطِ هِجرانِ فاتِنِي

وَمِن كَونِهِ مِنِّي يَفِرُّ وَيَأنفُ

I wept blood from the intensity of my beloved's abandonment

And from her disdain and aversion towards me

وَلَيسَ رُعافُ المَرءِ مِن غَيرِ أَنفِهِ

وَلَكِنّني مِن مُقلَتي كنتُ أَرعفُ

Yet a man's snot does not come from anything but his nose

Rather it was from my love-sickness that I shed tears