خليليّ جروح القلب شتى

ووجدي زاد بي والعقل شتا

My friend, the heart's wounds are many

And my anguish increased along with reason

وصاف السقم في جسمي وشتا

وليلى ما كفاها الهجر حتى

Sickness spread through my body

And Layla was not satisfied with parting

إلى قاضي المحبة تشتكيني

She complained about me to the judge of love

I asked for her affection, but she refused

سألت وصالها فأبت وآلت

على أن لا تواصلني ومالت

Insisting she would not unite with me and turned away

She did not pity her longing lover

ولم ترحم متيميها وصالت

فقلت لها ارحمي يا ميّ قالت

So I said "Have mercy, my dear Layla"

She said "In love, my mother, have mercy on me"

وهل في الحب يا أمي ارحميني