أَكذِبُ طَريفي فيكَ وَالطَرفُ صادِقُ

وَما بَعدَ مَشهودٍ مِنَ العَينِ مُقنِعُ

My charming one lies about me, though her glance speaks truth,

And nothing seen after a witness needs convincing.

وَأَوهَمَ أَنّي بِالرِضا قَد ذَكَرَتني

وَاِسمَع أُذُني مِنكَ ما لَيسَ يَسمَعُ

She made me think she recalled me with pleasure,

And my ear heard from her what it does not hear.

وَلَم أَسكُنِ الأَرضَ الَّتي تَسكُنيها

وَما ذاكَ أُذُني مِن شَيءٍ لَهُ كُنتُ أَفزَعُ

I did not live in the land she lived in,

And that was not for my ear from something it was accustomed to taking fright.

وَلَكِنَّهُ مِن فَرطِ وَجدٍ مُبرِحٍ

لِكَيلاً يَقولوا صابِر لَيسَ يَجزَعُ

But it was from an overflowing joy beyond restraint,

Lest they say: one patient is not panic-stricken.

فَلا كَبِدي تُبلى وَلا لَكَ رَحمَةً

وَلا عاذِلي يَوماً عَنِ اللَومِ يَرجِعُ

So my liver is not worn out, and you have no pity,

Nor does my blamer, for blame, ever turn back.

وَلا مُهجَتي تَسلو فَتَسكُنُ لَوعَتي

وَلا عَنكَ أَقصارَ وَلا فيكَ مَطمَعُ

Nor is my mind consoled, so my affliction calms down,

Nor have I hopes in you cut short, or in you any longer a longing.

لَقيتُ أُموراً فيكَ لَم أَلقَ مِثلَها

وَمٍن سوءِ حَظّي أَنَّها لَيسَ تَدفَعُ

I have met with things from you I never met the like of,

And, from my evil luck, they cannot be avoided.

تَقضي بِها صَبري وَضاقَت مَذاهِبي

وَاِعظِم مِنها فيكَ ما أَتَوَقَّعُ

They use up my patience, and my stratagems are straitened;

And greater than them in you is what I fear.

فَلا تَسأَليني في هَواكَ زَيادَةً

فَلَم يَبقَ في قَلبي لَها بَعدَ مَوضِعُ

So do not ask me for more love for you,

For in my heart is no more room for it after this.

وَلَو فَرَّقتَ أَجزاءَ حُبّي عَلى الوَرى

فَأَيسِرهُ يَجزي وَأَدناهُ مَقنَعُ

And if you divided up my love all over the world,

The least bit of it would suffice, and the smallest particle would be enough.