حاشاكَ تُكافي بِدُموعِ تَكِفُ

حَتَّى تَتَلافى مَن بَراهُ التَّلَفُ

You will not repay with tears that suffice

Until you make amends with whom ruin has marred

لَو كُنتَ تُصافي لَم يَكُن ما أَصِفُ

جَنبٌ يَتجافَي وفُؤادٌ يَجِفُ

Had you reconciled, what I describe would not be

A side that recoils and a heart left parched