مَن لِصَبِّ مُتَيَّمٍ مُشتاقِ

مَن لِصَبِّ مُتَيَّمٍ مُشتاقِ

قَد بَراهُ الأَسى وَعَزَّ الراقي

قَد بَراهُ الأَسى وَعَزَّ الراقي

Who will aid a lover, love-enslaved and yearning?

Sorrow has worn him away, and scarce is the healer who recites charms.

وَلِجِسمٍ أَذابَهُ رائِدُ الحُسنِ

وَلِجِسمٍ أَذابَهُ رائِدُ الحُسنِ

وَأَخنى عَلَيهِ طولُ الفِراقِ

وَأَخنى عَلَيهِ طولُ الفِراقِ

And who will aid a body that beauty’s herald has melted away,

and that long separation has laid waste?

كادَ لَولا أَنينُهُ لِنُحولِ الجِسمِ

كادَ لَولا أَنينُهُ لِنُحولِ الجِسمِ

مِنهُ يَخفى عَلى الإِطلاقِ

مِنهُ يَخفى عَلى الإِطلاقِ

Were it not for his moaning, the wasting of the body would almost make

him vanish from sight altogether.

عَجَبي مِنهُ وَهوَ جَوهَرُ أَعراضِ

عَجَبي مِنهُ وَهوَ جَوهَرُ أَعراضِ

سَقامي يَفني وَما فيه باقِ

سَقامي يَفني وَما فيه باقِ

I marvel at him: though he is the substance underlying the accidents

of my sickness, he perishes, while what inheres in him endures.