لَقَد أَصبَحتُ ذا كَرَبٍ

مِنَ المولَعِ بِالعَتبِ

I have indeed become full of distress

I have become a soul in deep distress,

From passion for reproach,

Because of one who loves to cast reproach.

وَقَد قاسَيتُ مِن حُبَّيـ

ـهِ أَمراً لَيسَ بِاللَعبِ

And I have experienced from my love of him

And I have suffered in my love for him

A matter not of play.

A burden that is surely not a game.

جَفاني وَتَناساني

بُعَيدَ الرُسلِ وَالكُتُبِ

He was unkind to me and forgot me

He shunned me and feigned forgetfulness,

After messengers and letters,

Just after the messengers and notes.

وَمَن غابَ عَنِ العَينِ

فَقَد غابَ عَنِ القَلبِ

And he who is absent from the eye

For he who is absent from the eye,

Is absent from the heart.

Is truly absent from the heart.