أَصبَحَ قَلبي بِهِ نُدوبُ

أَندَبَهُ الشادِنُ الرَبيبُ

My heart harbors many wounds

My heart has become marked with deep scars,

Inflicted by a cruel beloved

Inflicted by the fawn, pampered and young,

تَمادِياً مِنهُ في التَصابي

وَقَد عَلا رَأسِيَ المَشيبُ

Who persists in tormenting me

Who persists in the folly of youthful passion,

As gray hairs sprout upon my head

Though the gray of age has risen upon my head.

أَظُنُّني ذائِقاً حِمامي

وَأَنَّ إِلمامَهُ قَريبُ

I feel my end is nearing fast

I deem myself to be tasting my own death,

Its time is very close at hand

And feel that its visitation is close at hand.

إِذا فُؤادٌ شَجاهُ حُبٌّ

فَقَلَّما يَنفَعُ الطَبيبُ

When love has caused a heart to grieve

For when a heart is stricken by love's affliction,

No doctor can make it mend

Seldom can a physician provide a cure.