شَأني وَشَأنُكَ فيما بَينَنا عَجَبٌ

تَدعى المَريضَ وَقَلبي صاحِبُ الأَلَمِ

My state and your state between us is strange

You complain though my heart bears the pain

نَفسي تَقيكَ مِنَ المَكروهِ طائِعَةً

ليَهنِكَ الوُدُّ وُدٌّ غَيرَ مُقتَسَمِ

My soul protects you from harm willingly

Let affection bring you ease, undivided care

أَقَمتَ بِالكُرهِ لِلشَكوى مُجاوِرَنا

وَلَو تَخَلَّصتَ مِن شَكواكَ لَم تُقِم

You dwell with discontent, constant in plaint

Were you free of your grief, you would not remain

فَلَيتَكَ الدَهرَ لي جارٌ أُجاوِرُهُ

وَكانَ ما بِكَ بي مِن ذَلِكَ السَقَمِ

Would that you were, for time, a neighbor dear

And what of you in me were of that illness clear