أهوى رشأً مريضَ الجَفنِ كحيل

خلَّى جسَدي بفرطِ بلوايَ نَحيل

I love a glance from eyes sick with yearning,

My body is worn from the excess of my afflictions,

ما قلتُ لهُ صِلني فقد حانَ رحيل

إلاَّ وتلا عليَّ في الوقتِ وَحِيل

I did not say to him "Unite me," for departure was at hand,

And he recited upon me at the time subtle arguments.