يا مُسقِمي بِجُفونِ سَقمها سَبَب

إِلى مُواصَلَةِ الأَسقامِ في جَسَدي

O my sickly one, with eyelids whose illness

Has caused more sickness to spread through my body,

وَحَقّ جَفنَيكَ لا اِستَعفَيتَ مِن كَمِدي

دَهري وَلَو مُتُّ مِن هَمٍّ وَمِن كَمَدِ

By your eyelids’ right, if only you could be excused from my suffering -

Even if I were to die of grief and suppression -

عَذَرتُ مِن ظَلَّ في حَبيِكَ يِحسدني

لِأَنَّهُ فيكَ مَعذورٌ عَلى حَسَدي

I would pardon the shadow of envy in your love for me

For in you, envy of me is pardonable.