كم حَنَّ شوقاً وَأنَّا

وَلم يَنَلْ ما تَمَنَّى

How long have I yearned in vain

Yet my wish remains unattained

يا من إذا سِيلَ وَصْلاً

أو سِيمَ عَطْفاً تَجَنَّى

O you who, when affection flows

Or kindness gently warmer grows

إن كنتَ أعرضتَ لمَّا

مَلَكتَ دَلاًّ وَحُسْنا

Turns coldly away from what was won

Of charm and beauty, being gone

فكيف عَلَّمتَ عَيْنَيْ

كَ قتلَ هذا المُعَنَّى

How could you teach these eyes of mine

Such cruel slaying of design