فُؤادٌ دَنا مِنْهُ الغَرامُ جَريحُ

وَجَفْنٌ نَأَى عَنْهُ الرُّقادُ قَريحُ

A heart from which passion drew near, wounded,

And an eyelid from which sleep stayed far, bleary.

فَلِلْوَجْدِ قَلْبِي وَالمَدامِعُ لِلْبُكا

إِذا لاحَ بَرْقٌ أَوْ تَنَفَّسَ رِيحُ

So my heart is for ardor and my tears for weeping,

When lightning gleams or a breeze stirs.

أُكَلِّفُ عَيْنِي أَنْ تَجُودَ بِمائِها

وَإِنِّي بِهِ لولا الهَوَى لَشَحيحُ

I task my eyes to pour forth their water,

Though but for passion I would be stingy with it.

وَيَعْذُلُني خِلِّي وَيَزْعُمُ أَنَّهُ

نَصيحٌ وَهَلْ في العاذِلينَ نَصيحُ

My friend reproaches me and claims to counsel me,

Yet is there in censurers any counsel?

وَلَوْ أَنْصَفَ الواشُونَ رَقِّ لِذي الشّجى

خَلِيٌّ ومَا لامَ السَّقيمَ صَحيحُ

If the critics were fair with the one racked by torment,

My friend, no sickness reproves the sound.

فَما لِغُرابِ البَيْنِ يَنْعَبُ بَعْدَما

أَتَتْ دُونَ مَنْ أَهْوَى مَهامِهُ فيحُ

So why should the raven of estrangement croak after

The loved ones' intents have come to him unsullied?

بِفيهِ الثَّرَى قد فَرَّقَتْ بَيْنَنا النَّوَى

نَأَى عَنْهُ فَرخاهُ فَفيمَ يَصيحُ

In the earth their shrouds have parted us;

Each turned from the other’s fledgling. Why then cry out?