وَدُولاب شَكَوت لَهُ غَرامي

فَأَنَّ أَنين ذي شَجن حَزين

My love, I confided to the wheel of time

My sorrowful lament of woeful love.

وَأَرسل دَمعَهُ وَبَكى معيناً

وَأَينَ بُكا المعان مِن المَعين

It wept with me and sent forth a flood,

But what is the weeping of fountains to the weeping of passions?

فَما تِلكَ الدُموع سِوى دُموعي

وَلا ذاكَ الحَنين سِوى حَنيني

Those tears are nothing but my tears,

That grief nothing but my grief.