يا رب ما لي طبيبٌ

سواك أشكو إليه

O Lord, I have no doctor

Other than You to complain to

حبيب قلبي جفاني

وراحتي في يديه

Beloved of my heart deserted me

And my comfort is in His hands

وما لفرط التهابي

بالنار من وجنتيه

And because I'm inflamed with passion

My cheeks are aflame

أشكو ولا من جفون

أحدّ من شفرتيه

I complain though not one eyelid

Is sharper than His glances

وإنما نوم عيني ال

مقيم في مقلتيه

Indeed, the sleep of my eyes

Has no home but in their pupils

قد أبعد الطيف عني

لما صبوت إليه

The vision has been driven from me

When I was poured into it

يا رب حتى رقادي

يغار مني عليه

O Lord, even my slumber

Is envied of me because of it