لئِن أَنْكَرَتْ مُقلتاها دَمَهْ

فمنه على وَجْنتَيْها سِمَهْ

If her eyes deny his blood

On her cheeks is the mark from it

وها في أناملها بعضُه

دَعَتْه خِضابا لكي توُهِمَهْ

And some of it is on her fingers

She dyed it as henna to pretend

إذا كان لم يَجْنِ غيرَ الهوى

فيُقتَل بالهجرِ ظلما لِمَهْ

If he is guilty of nothing but love

Is he killed by estrangement, unjustly why

فقالت نَما سُقْمُه والدموع

فأظهر من سِرّه مُعظَمه

She said, “He is ill,” and tears

Revealed much of his secret

فديتُك دمعىَ مَنْ سَحَّه

سواك وجسميَ من أسقمه

I ransom you, my tearing eyes

None but you made my body ill