أَتَعلَم أَنَّ قَلبي غَيرُ صاحِ

وَأَنّي مِن سُلوِّكَ في اِنتِزاحِ

Do you know that my heart is not well

And that I am disturbed by your behavior

وَكنتُ الدَهرَ أَصطادُ المَعالي

فَقَد أَصبَحتُ مِن صيدِ المِلاحِ

I used to hunt glory all my life

But now I have become the prey of jesters

تُسَقِّيني البَخيلَةُ كَأسَ صَدٍّ

وَتَمزُجها لِتَعليلي بِراحِ

The miserly one gives me a cup of aloofness

And mixes it to justify my relief

وَلَو شاءَت حَياتي الدَهرَ سَقَّت

حَرورَ القَلبِ مِن شَبَم قُراحِ

If my life willed, it would have quenched

The heat of the heart from the embers of wounds

وَكانَت تَصنَعُ الحُسنى جَميلاً

وَلَكِن لَيسَ تَلقى غَيرَ لاحِ

It would have made goodness beautiful

But it does not find anything but negligence

فَسَقِّيني فَدَيتُكِ مِن عُقارٍ

وَناديني هَلُمَّ إِلى اِصطِباحِ

So give me an antidote, my dear

And call me, come to conciliation