مَنَنتَ عَلى عَيني بِوَجهِكَ رَوضَةً

فَلا تَنسَ دَمعي فَهوَ فيكَ غَمامُ

You bestowed upon my eyes, in your face, a garden;

so do not forget my tears—for over you they are clouds.

وَقُلتَ بِأَنّي بَعدَ بَينِكَ لَم أَمُت

وَكُلُّ حَياةٍ لا تَسُرُّ حِمامُ

You said that, after parting from you, I had not died;

but any life that brings no joy is death.

وَأَعرَضتَ لَمّا لَم أُكَلِّمكَ مِن ضَنىً

وَتَرديدُ أَنفاسِ المُحِبِّ كَلامُ

You turned away when, wasted by love, I did not speak to you;

yet the lover’s repeated breaths are speech.

فَيا عَجَباً مِن طَيفِهِ كَيفَ لَم يَزُر

نَهاراً وَحَولي لِلهُمومِ ظَلامُ

How strange that his phantom did not come to visit

by day, when the darkness of cares surrounds me.

وَما لِلكَرى لا يَهتَدي لِمَضاجِعي

وَفيها لِساري المُظلِماتِ ضِرامُ

Why can slumber not find its way to my bed,

when there, for a traveler through darkness, a fire blazes?