لَعَمري لَئِن قَلَّت إِلَيكَ رَسائِلي

لَأَنتَ الَّذي نَفسي عَلَيهِ تَذوبُ

By my life, if my messages to you grow few

It is you whom my soul over pines for

فَلا تَحسَبوا أَنّي تَبَدَّلتُ غَيرَكُم

وَلا أَنَّ قَلبي مِن هَواكَ يَتوبُ

So think not that for others my love has changed

Nor that from passion for you my heart will repent