القَلبُ قَد لجَّ فَما يُقصَرُ

وَالوَجدُ قَد جَلّ فَما يُستَرُ

My heart has become afflicted so no more does it fall short

My passion has become intense so no more can it be concealed

وَالدَمعُ جارٍ قَطرهُ وابِلٌ

وَالجِسمُ بالٍ ثَوبُهُ أَصفَرُ

My tears flow like heavy rain

My body has become frail, its robe has turned yellow

هَذا وَمَن أعشَقُهُ واصِلٌ

كَيفَ بِهِ لَو أَنَّهُ يَهجُر

Yet the one I love is faithful

How could he be if he were to abandon me?

لَكِن عَدَتني نائِباتُ النَوى

في دَوحِهِ وَالشادنُ الأَحوَرُ

But the returning stars in their circle consoled me

And the bright moon in its horizon

وَالكَوكَبُ الوَقّاد تَحتَ الدُجى

في أُفقهِ وَالقَمَرُ الأَزهَرُ

And the fragrant narcissus after the dew in its meadow

And the orange mandal tree

وَالنَرجِسُ الفَوّاح غَبَّ النَدى

في رَوضهِ وَالمَندَلُ الأَذفَرُ

I was told about my condition

That I looked pale and my suspicion shows

قَد خُبِّرَت عَنّيَ أَنّي امرؤٌ

فيهِ شُحوبٌ وَظَنّي يَظهَرُ

So you showed sympathy for my state

Yet what you show is not what you hide

فَأَبدِتِ الاشفاقَ مِن حالَتي

وَمِثلُ ما تُبديهِ ما تُضمرُ

And asked if I was ill

Or burning with longing and desire

واِستفهمت إِن كُنتُ ذا علةٍ

أَو ذا اِشتياقٍ نارُهُ تُسعَرُ

My lady, you did not treat a lover fairly

When you said what the informer told you

سيدتي لَم تُنصِفي عاشِقاً

أَضحى كَما أَخَبرَكِ المُخبِرُ

Asking “Do you have some pain?

Or a longing you cannot endure?”

إِذ قُلتُ هَل مِن أَلَمٍ طائِفٍ

ما بِكِ أَو شوقٌ فَما تَصبُرُ

You wronged my love, known to both the absent and the present

By God, my only illness is love

ظَلَمتِ بالشك هَوايَ الَّذي

يَعرِفُهُ الغُيّبُ وَالحَضَّرُ

Every love is small beside it

It changed my body so know that

وَاللَهِ ما سُقميَ إِلّا هَوىً

كُلَّ هَوىً في جَنبِهِ يَصغُرُ

I want to meet you but cannot

So seek God’s forgiveness for wronging me

غيّرَ جِسمي فاِعلَمي أَنَّني

أَرومُ لُقياكِ وَلا أَقدِرُ

For whoever does wrong will seek forgiveness

فاِستَغفِري اللَهَ مِن الظلمِ لي

فَإِنَّ مَن يَظلم يَستَغفِرُ