كُنتُ وَلَم أَعرِفكِ في غِبطَةٍ

بَينَ جِنانٍ وَمياهٍ عِذاب

I was unaware of you amidst

The bliss between gardens and tormenting waters

أَخرَجتِني مِنها وَأَعقَبتِني

مُخيلَةً مِن كاذِباتِ السَحاب

You brought me out of there and left me with

An illusion made of the lies of clouds

حَتّى إِذا أَعطَشتِني قُلتِ لي

دونَكَ يا ظَمآنُ لَمعَ السَراب

Until when you made me thirsty, you told me

Beyond you, O thirst, mirages shine

لَو أَنَّني اِستَقبَلتُ مِنكِ الَّذي اِس

تَدبَرتُ لَم أَشقَ بِهَذا العَذاب

If only I had known at first what

I found out later, I would not have suffered this torment

حَتّى مَتى أَكتُبُ أَشكو الهَوى

وَلا تَجودينَ بِرَدِّ الجَواب

How long will I write complaining of passion

With you not granting me any response?

إِن لَم تُجيبيني بِما أَشتَهي

فَخَبِّريني بِوصولِ الكِتاب

If you do not answer me with what I desire

Then inform me at least my letter reached you