ما ضَرَّ مَن شُغِلَ الفُؤادُ بِبُخلِهِ

لَو كانَ عَلَّلني بِوَعدٍ كاذِبِ

What harm would it have done the one whose stinginess consumed my heart,

had he kept me going with a false promise?

صَبراً عَلَيكَ فَما أَرى لِيَ حيلَةً

إِلّا التَمَسُّكِ بِالرَجاءِ الخائِبِ

I will be patient with you, for I see no course for my love

but to cling to a hope that will fail.

سَأَموتُ مِن كَمَدٍ وَتَبقى حاجَتي

فيما لَدَيكَ وَما لَها مِن طالِبِ

I shall die of consuming grief, while my need remains

there with you, with no one left to seek it.