كَم قالَ صَبٌّ إِلى دين الغَرام صَبا

تَطوّعا وَالكَرى مِن جفنه غَصبا

How much did passion say to the religion of love

Volunteering, while coercion spilled from its eyelid

ما حِيلَتي عيل صَبري وَالجَواد كَبا

كَيفَ السَبيل إِلى مَرضاة مَن غَضِبا

What can I do about my patience and generosity

How can I find a way to please one who is angry

وَحمّل القَلب مِن فَرط الجَفا وَصَبا

وَصدّق الكاذب الواشي وَفنّدني

And burdened my heart with excessive aloofness and tiredness

And believed the lying slanderer and destroyed me

وَكُنت أَزعم أَن الدَهر أَسعَدني

فَخابَ ظَني وَحَل السقم في بَدَني

And I used to claim that fate made me fortunate

But my assumption was wrong and sickness took hold of my body

وَكُلَّما رُمتُ قرباً مِنهُ أَبعدَني

مِن غَير ذَنب وَلَم أَعرف لَهُ سَببا

And whenever I tried to draw near him, he distanced me

Without any sin, nor could I find a reason for it