أَعَبدَ قَد طالَ في ذِكراكِ تَفنيدي

وَكِدتُ أَقضي وَما تُقضى مَواعيدي

My worship of you has long consumed me,

And I have nearly failed to keep my vows.

لَو بِالجَلاميدِ مِن حُبّي لَكُم طَرَفٌ

لَأَثَّرَ الحُبُّ في قاسي الجَلاميدِ

If stones could weep with love for you,

Love would have left its mark on the hardest stones.

إِن تَبكِ عَيني فَقَد عُلِّقتُ جارِيَةً

كَأَنَّ ريقَتَها ماءُ العَناقيدِ

If my eyes weep, it is because I am hung,

Like a cluster of grapes with drops for tears.