خَشيتِ صُدودي لَيسَ ذاكَ بِكائِنٍ

أَتى دُونَهُ حُبٌّ لِعَينَيَّ مُسهِرَ

My fears my coldness would not see undone

You feared my turning away, yet that is not to be,

Were followed by a love sleep stole from mine eyes

For a love has intervened, rendering my eyes sleepless.

فَلو أَنَّ لي صَبراً لَقُلتُ لَعَلَّني

أَصُدُّ وَلكِن لَستُ وَاللَهِ أَصبِرُ

And had I patience I could say maybe

If I possessed any patience, I might have said, "Perchance

I'm cold but, by God, patient I'm not

I shall turn away," but by God, I have no patience.