ما لِحَبيبي كَسلانَ في فِكَرٍ

وَقَد جَفا حُسنَهُ وَزينَتَه

Why is my beloved melancholy in thought

Though his beauty and adornment have faded

وَالصُدغُ قَد صَدَّ عَن مَحاسِنِهِ

كَصَولَجانٍ يَرُدُّ ضَربَتَه

And his cheek has repelled his charms

Like a smooth rock that deflects its blow

تَرى هَلِ اِعتَلَّ مَن هَواهُ لَنا

وَجِسمُهُ رَبِّ فَاِشفِ عِلَّتَه

Do you think his illness comes from his love for me

O Lord, heal his body of its affliction

أَساخِطاً لا أُديمُ سُخطَتَه

أَو سائِلاً لا أَرُدُّ حاجَتَه

Whether he is angry, I will not endure his anger

Or asking, I will not grant his request