إِنّي عَجِبتُ لِصَوتِ غَيثٍ مُرسَلٍ

يَغشى البَرِّيَةَ وَهُوَ عَنّي مُقلِعُ

I am amazed at the sound of pouring rain

Drenching the meadows though it is far from me.

وَلِمَعشَرٍ لَم يَبلُغوا مِن وُدَّكُم

ما قَد بَلَغتُ يَقومونَ وَأدفَعُ

And a band of people who have not attained

The love you have granted me now drink their fill,

ما لي أُحَلّا عَن حِياضِكَ مُفرَداً

يَرِدُ الظِماءُ فَيَشرَبونَ وَأقدَعُ

While I remain apart, parched with thirst

As they imbibe the rain and slake their thirst.

فَكَأَنَّكُم فيما مَضى مِن عيشَتي

لَم تَعلَموا وَتَرَوا هَوايَ وَتَسمَعوا

So it seems that in the life I used to live

You never learned of my passion or heard my tale.