يا عَليلاً حَشا الجَوانِحَ نارا

كانَ لي فيكَ حافِظُ الجارِ جارا

O my ailing one, the passions have ignited a fire,

You were to me a neighbor protecting his neighbor,

مَعدِنُ الحُسنِ وَالمَلاحَةِ قَد أَص

بَحَ لِلسُقمِ مَعدِناً وَقَرارا

The source of beauty and charm has become

A source and refuge for illness,

إِنَّ وَجهَ الحُمّى لَوَجهٌ صَفيقٌ

حينَ تَسطو بِهِ نَهاراً جَهارا

Indeed the face of fever is a glowing face

When it prevails openly during the day,

لَم تَشِن وَجهَهُ المَليحَ وَلَكِن

جَعَلَت وَردَ خَدِّهِ جُلَّنارا

It did not disfigure his beautiful face, but

Made the roses of his cheek all the more flaming.