أَيا وَحشَتا لِاِنقِطاعِ الرَسو

لِ مِمَّن أُسَرُّ بِأَخبارِه

Oh loneliness for the absence of messengers

From the one I secretly love to hear news of

لَعَمرُكَ ما يَستَريحُ المُحِ

بُّ حَتّى يَبوحَ بِأَسرارِه

By your life, the lover finds no peace

Until he reveals his innermost secrets

وَكِتمانُ ما اِستودِعَتهُ النُفو

سُ لا شَكَّ خَيرٌ مِنِ اِظهارِهِ

And keeping hidden what souls conceal

Is surely better than revealing it