أَهُمُّ بِالهَجرِ أَحياناً وَأَقتَرِفُ

فَلَيتَ شِعري أَأَمضي فيهِ أَم أَقِفُ

At times I think of forsaking you—and thereby commit an offense;

Would that I knew: should I go through with it, or stop?

عَلَّمتِ عَيني بُكاً لَم يَبكِهِ أَحَدٌ

مِن كُلِّ شُفَرٍ بِعَيني دَمعَةٌ تَكِفُ

You taught my eye to weep as no one ever wept;

From every eyelash of my eye, a teardrop falls.