قُل لِلطَبيبِ الَّذي تَعنو الجِراحُ لَهُ

ماذا اِعتَدَدتَ لِجُرحِ العاشِقِ العاني

Say to the doctor whom wounds afflict

What remedy have you for the lover's hurt?

قَد كانَ مِبضَعُهُ وَالجُرحُ يَرمُقُهُ

يُمنى الحَبيبِ تُواسي صَدرَ وَلهانِ

His lancet was my love's hand, and the sore

My love's breath on my breast would fain assuage.