وَمُستَضحِكٍ مِن عَبرَتي وَبُكائي

بِكَفَّيهِ دائي في الهَوى وَدَوائي

Mocking my sobbing and my cries

With his hands, the cure for my love's agony

رَآني وَعَيني بِالدُموعِ غَزيرَةٌ

وَقَد هَتَكَ الهِجرانُ سِترَ عَزائي

He saw me, my eyes streaming with plentiful tears

And separation had uncovered my consolation's veil

بَسَطتُ إِلَيهِ راحَتي مُتَضَرِّعاً

أُناشِدُهُ أَلّا يُخيبَ رَجائي

I stretched my palm to him, pleading

That he not disappoint my hope

فَقالَ فَمَن أَبكاكَ إِن كُنتَ صادِقاً

فَقُلتُ الَّذي أَهوى فَقالَ سَوائي

So he said "Who made you cry, if you are truthful?"

I said "The one I love," and he said "It's equal to me"