بَيَّتَ قَلبي مِن هَواكَ عَلى الطَوى

وَرَحَلتُ مِن بَلَدِ الصَبابَةِ وَالجَوى

Your love left my heart to spend the night famished,

and I departed the land of yearning and consuming grief.

لَو لَم يُجِرني الهَجرُ مِنكَ بِلُطفِهِ

وَاللَهِ لَاِستَأمَنتُ فيكَ إِلى النَوى

Had estrangement from you not granted me refuge in its kindness,

by God, I would have sought the protection of distance against you.

لَم تَرعَ لي حُرَقاً بِقَلبي قَد مَضَت

لَو لَم يَذُدها الدَمعُ عَنهُ لَاِشتَوى

You gave no heed to the burning pangs my heart had already endured;

had tears not driven them from it, my heart would have been scorched.

هَيهاتَ كُنتُ مِنَ الحَداثَةِ وَالصِبا

في غَفلَةٍ إِنَّ الهَوى يُنسي الهَوى

Far from that now—in youth and tender age I lived

heedless that one passion can make another be forgotten.