يا مَن أَزالو بِالضَنا

عَن رَسمِ جِسمي المَرضا

O you who have removed with disdain

The imprints of sickness from my body

صارَ لِوَجدي فيكُمُ

جَوهَرَ نَفسي عَرَضاً

For my passion towards you

My soul itself has become a transient thing