أَحينَ عَلِمتَ حَظَّكَ مِن وِدادي

وَلَم تَجهَل مَحَلَّكَ مِن فُؤادي

When you knew your share of my love

And did not ignore your place in my heart

وَقادَنِيَ الهَوى فَاِنقَدتُ طَوعاً

وَما مَكَّنتُ غَيرَكَ مِن قِيادي

Passion led me, so I yielded willingly

And granted no one else command over me

رَضيتَ لِيَ السَقامَ لِباسَ جِسمٍ

كَحَلتُ الطَرفَ مِنهُ بِالسُهادِ

You were pleased that sickness became my body's garb

My eyes were lined with sleeplessness because of it

أَجِل عَينَيكَ في أَسطارِ كُتبي

تَجِد دَمعي مِزاجاًّ لِلمِدادِ

For your eyes, in the lines of my books

You will find my tears mixed into the ink

فَدَيتُكَ إِنَّني قَد ذابَ قَلبي

مِنَ الشَكوى إِلى قَلبٍ جَمادِ

I sacrifice myself for you, my heart has melted

From complaining to an unfeeling heart