يميناً بِكم ما حُلْتُ عَنْ صدقِ ودَكم

وتُرْبةِ صَبْري إنَّني لِلْهوى تِربُ

My right hand I'll not withhold from your friendship true,

Though my patience is tried, and for love brought low.

ولولاَ هواكُمْ ما طربتُ لِمُنشدٍ

ولا شاقني من ذكره الجزعُ والشّعبُ

Were it not for your love, no minstrel could move me so,

Nor would sorrow or longing cause me such woe.