نَحنُ وَاللَهِ من هَوائِكَ يا جر

جانُ في حيرَةٍ وَأَمرٍ شَديدِ

We are, by God, confused by your fickleness, O Jarjan,

My soul is in great perplexity and distress.

حرُّها يَنضج الجُلود فَإِن هَب

بَت شَمال تكدَّرَت بِركودِ

Its heat boils the hides; then if a north wind blows,

It is troubled by stillness and gloom.

كَحَبيبٍ منافِقٍ كُلَّما هَم

مَ بِوَصلٍ أَحالَهُ بِصُدودِ

Like a hypocritical lover who, whenever resolved

To unite, is deterred by aloofness.