أَمِن تَجَنّي حَبيبٍ راحَ غَضبانا

أَصبَحتَ في سَكَراتِ المَوتِ سَكرانا

Is it from the severing of an angry beloved

That you have become intoxicated in the ecstasies of death?

لا تَعرِفُ النَومَ مِن شَوقٍ إِلى شَجَنٍ

كَأَنَّما لا تَرى لِلناسِ أَشجانا

You know no sleep from yearning after passion -

It is as if you see no one has sorrows but you.

أَوَدُّ مَن لَم يَنَلني مِن مَوَدَّتِهِ

إِلا سَلاماً يَرِدُّ القَلبَ حَيرانا

I love him who has not granted me of his affection

Save a greeting that leaves my heart distraught.