كَفى حَزَني أَنّى أُرَوِّعُ بِالنَوى

وَأَنّي بِلا صَبرٍ عَلَيهِ أُعَوِّلُ

My sorrow is enough that I am tormented by longing

And that I rely without patience upon it

فَلَو أَنَّ مَوتاً يُشتَرى لَشَرَيتُهُ

فَلِلمَوتُ لي مِمّا أُقاسيهِ أَسهَلُ

If death could be bought I would buy it

For death would be easier for me than what I endure