لعَمْرُك ما أوْرَى الّذي بِي وإنّما

بُلينا على شغلِ القلوب بفارغِ

By your life! The one I love did no wrong;

Rather, we have been afflicted by preoccupying hearts with emptiness.

ويبلغ مِنِّي ما يشاء من الهوى

وما أنا شيئاً من هواي ببالغِ

He takes from me what he wants of passion,

And I am nothing against his passion's violence.

يُراوغنِي عن وصلِهِ طولَ عمرهِ

وَأَين اِنتفاعٌ بالخَدوعِ المراوغِ

He eludes me from union with him for a lifetime;

Where is the use in subtle, elusive guile?

ويقلبُ جنبيَّ الهوى كلَّ ليلةٍ

على جَمَراتٍ أو حُماتٍ لوادغِ

Passion tosses my side every night

On embers or burning coals of vipers.