تُرى عِندَهُم أَنَّ العَذابَ غَرامُ

كَما عِندَنا أَنَّ الفِراقَ حِمامُ

It seems to them that torment is passion

As it seems to us that parting is life

وَأَنَّ قُلوبَ العاشِقينَ بَخيلَةٌ

بِهِم لا عَلَيهِم وَالعُيونَ كِرامُ

And that the hearts of lovers are stingy

With them, not against them, and the eyes generous

مَضى لَم يُسَلِّم مُعرِضاً مُتَعَرِّضاً

وَلَيسَ عَلى داءِ القُلوبِ سَقامُ

He left without saying goodbye, turning away

And there is no cure for the sickness of hearts

وَفي وَجهِهِ لَو لَم يُحَيِّ تَحِيَّةٌ

وَيَلقاهُ مِن دونِ السَلامِ سَلامُ

And if his face did not greet with a greeting

And greet him without saying "Peace," there would be peace

وَبِتنا وَباتَت لِلخَلِيِّ وَساوِسٌ

وَحَقَّ وَقَد جارَ العِناقُ خِصامُ

And we spent the night while the imagination of the friend had

Doubts and it is true that embrace has become dispute