شَكَوتُ إِلى الحَبيبِ نُحولَ جِسمي

وَسقمي بِالتّباعُدِ في هَواهُ

I complained to my beloved of my body's thinness

And my sickness from being distanced from his love

فَقالَ لَديَّ تَشكو مِن سَقامٍ

وَما تَشكوهُ في عَيني أَراهُ

So he said, "You complain of sickness

Yet what you complain of, I see in myself"