وَما كُنتُ أَرضى مِن عُلاكَ بِذا الجَفا

وَلَكِنَّهُ مَن غابَ نَصيبُهُ

I would not be pleased with your aloofness and disdain

But he who is absent, his share is lost

وَلَو غَيرُكُم يَرمي الفُؤادَ بِسَهمِهِ

لَما كانَ مِمَّن قَد أَصابَ يُصيبُهُ

And if it were others who shot my heart with their arrows

It would not have been from those who hit their mark

وَما لِيَ فيمَن فَرَّقَ الدَهرُ أُسوَةٌ

كَأَنَّ مُحِبّاً ما نَآهُ حَبيبُهُ

And I have no example in those whom time has parted

As if a lover never saw his beloved