طَرفُ المحبّ مُوكَّلٌ بِعَذابِهِ

لا تَعذِلوهُ فَتأثموا بِعِتابِهِ

The lover's eyes are burdened with his torment,

Do not blame him, lest you incur his reproach.

كَبِدٌ تعاوَرها الغَرامُ فَأَصبحت

زَفَراتُهُ قَد تَرجَمَت عَمّا بِهِ

A liver worn by passion until it became

Its sighs have translated what ails it.

وَجرت عليهِ نَوائِبٌ مِن دَهرِهِ

وَأَشدُّها فيه قِلى أَحبابِهِ

Misfortunes from his fate have befallen him,

The most intense being the scarcity of his loved ones.

فَكأَنَّ داعيةَ الهَوى في جِسمِهِ

سَيفٌ يُقَطِّعه بحدِّ ذُبابِهِ

So the caller of love in his body

Is like a sword that cuts him with its edge.

شابَت لِما تَلقاهُ قُذَّةُ صَبرِهِ

وَغَرامُهُ في عُنفُوانِ شَبابِهِ

His patience was depleted by what he endured

And his passion in the prime of his youth.

لَم تَستَهِلَّ عَلى الخُدودِ دُموعُهُ

إِلّا لِسَقم دبَّ تَحتَ ثِيابِهِ

His tears did not flow down his cheeks

Except due to the sickness that crept beneath his clothes.

وَتَنوفَة أَنفقت فيها همةً

راضَت مِن التَهذيبِ حَلَّ صِعابه

And exertions in which he spent his zeal,

Pleased with the adornment that eased his difficulties.

أَكسبَت فيها القَلب عِلَّة حُرقَة

مُستأسِداً فاِختالَ في جِلبابِهِ

It earned for the heart an ailment of burning,

Lying down, so it changed in its wraps.

وَبَغيت للآمال منهج رُشدها

فَمَضَت تُنافِسُ في حَثيث طِلابِهِ

It sought for hopes a path of righteousness,

So it went competing vigorously for its requests.

لا أَستَميحُ الدَهرَ سَيبَ عَطائِهِ

كرماً وَلا أَمتارُ وَبلَ سَحابِهِ

I will not blame fate for limiting its gifts,

Neither will I gauge and measure its clouds.

وَجَعَلتُ صَبري مَعقِلاً وان اِغتَدى

صَرفُ الزَمانِ بظفره وَبنابهِ

I made my patience a refuge, though the

Turning of time triumphed with its might against me.