وَذاتِ لَومٍ عَتَبَت في الَّتي

أَصبَحتُ مِن وَجدي بِها مُرمَضا

The blamer's rebuke within her I've become sick with passion for

Then settled to sleep for the night as my yearning for her grew stronger

ثُمَّ اِنتَهَت راقِدَةً لَيلَها

وَأَلفَتِ النَومَ لَها مُعرِضا

While she fell asleep peacefully, to slumber turning away

My eyes cannot rest for desire though tightly shut they stay

وَلَستُ أُغفي إِنَّ كَفَّ الهَوى

تَطرِفُ طَرفي كُلَّما غَمَّضا