أتُرى يَسْلُوا الهوَى ولَهُ

عِندَ سُكَّان الحِمَى وَلَهُ

Does anguish still torment his mind

Among the dwellers of the ruins left behind?

مُغرمٌ في قلبهِ حَزَنٌ

فصَّل الهجرانُ مُجْمَلَهُ

With a heart so full of grief and pain

Parted by absence that split them in twain

عَظُمتْ أسقامُه فغدا

لا يَراه مَنْ تأمَّلَهُ

His sickness grew, and he's but a shade

Of one admired before love did fade

لَو رأى مَن ظَلّ يعذلُه

وجْهَ مَنْ في الحُب أنحلَهُ

If he who did unjustly blame

Saw whom love devastated, his shame!

قال أمَّا فيك لا حَرَجٌ

إن قضى وجداً يحقَ له

"I bear you no ill will," he might say

"If passion has led you astray."