لِمَ لا يَجودُ بِهَجرِ هَجرِه

مَن ما لَهُ عُذرٌ بِعُذرِه

Why does he not show kindness in his unkindness

He who has no excuse for his excuse

ريمٌ غِلالَةُ خَدِّهِ

قَد طُرِّزَت بِحَريرِ شَعرِه

Soft are the locks of his cheek

Embroidered with the silk of his hair

شَوقي إِلَيهِ كَرِدفِهِ

وَتَصَبُّري عَنهُ كَخَصرِه

My yearning for him is like his saddlebags

And my estrangement from him is like his waist