بِعَقلي هَذا صِرتُ أُحدوثَةَ الرَكبِ

وَقَد كُنتُ في سَلمٍ فَأَصبَحتُ في حَربِ

With this mind I have become the talk of the town

Though once I lived in peace, now engulfed in strife

لَعَمرٌو مَعَ الرَمضاءِ وَالنارُ تَلتَظي

أَرَقُّ وَأَحفى مِنكَ في ساعَةِ الكَربِ

In dire thirst, as fire rages in summer’s heat

I'm more watchful and careful than you in times of distress

مَتى أَتَبَغّى النِصفَ مِن قَلبِ صاحِبٍ

إِذا لَم يَكُن قَلبي شَفيقاً عَلى قَلبي

Why would I expect half the heart of a friend

If my own heart has no sympathy for itself?

فَمَن ماتَ مِن حُبٍّ فَإِنّي مَيِّتٌ

لَئِن دامَ ذا مِن شِدَّةِ البُغضِ لِلحُبِّ

Whoever died of love, I am also dead

If this intense hatred for love were to last