مِنكَ ذاكَ لِشَقوَتي

وَأَكثَرُ اِحساني اليك فَتَغضَبُ

From you comes that for my misery

And most of my kindness to you makes you angry

أَيا نازِحاً وَجدي بِه غَيرُ نازِحٍ

يَجدُّ بِقَلبي حُبُّهُ وَهوَ يَلعَبُ

Oh you who migrate, my love for him is unlike other migrants

He finds in my heart his love while he plays