قالت إفِقْ أيها المفتونُ بالقُبلِ

كمْ قُبلةٍ جرَّعَتْكَ السُّمَ في العسل

She said: "Wake up, O you who are infatuated with kisses,

How many a kiss has made you drink poison in honey?

عامٌ مضى خضَّبَ الكفين من دمنا

وغال وحدتنا بالوهن والحيل

A year has passed, dyeing our palms with blood,

And our separation became frail with weakness and cunning.

ونحنُ في غفلةٍ عما يحاكُ لنا

نغفو على خجلٍ نصحو على وجَلِ

While we were heedless of what was being plotted against us,

We slept in negligence, and woke up in turmoil.

فقلتُ ذلك داءٌ لا مناص لنا

من قبضته فكيف البُرْءُ يا أملي؟

So I said: 'This is an ailment with no escape for us

From its grip, so how can we be cured, O my hope?'