يا مَن تَشابَهَ مِنهُ الخَلقُ وَالخُلقُ

فَما تُسافِرُ إِلا نَحوَهُ الحَدَقُ

O you who resemble creation in morals and manners

So all eyes travel only towards you, their destination

تَوريدُ دَمعي مِن خَدَّيكَ مُختَلسُ

وَسُقمِ جِسمي مِن جَفنَيكَ مُستَرقُ

My tears flow stealthily down your cheeks

And my body's illness is stolen from your eyelids

لَم يَبقَ لي رَمَقٌ أَشكو هَواكَ بِهِ

وَإِنِّما يَتَشَكى مَن بِهِ رَمقُ

No longer have I the strength to complain of passion for you

Only one with strength left can complain