ما باتَ صَبٌّ بِمِثلِ ما بِتّا

يا هَجرَ شَرٍّ لَو شِئتَ أَقسَرتا

No morning has dawned like the dawn when we parted

O evil separation, had you wished you could have been brief

رَوَّحتَ مِن حُبِّها مُنافِقُهُ

وَكُلَّما تُبتَ مِن هَوىً عُدتا

The hypocrite among us has turned away from loving her

And whenever I decide to give up passion, it returns to me