يا غَليلاً كالنارِ في كَبدِي

وَاغْترابِ الفُؤادِ عَنْ جَسَدي

O my anguish like fire in my liver

And the alienation of my heart from my body

وَجُفُوناً تذري الدمُوعَ أسىً

وَتَبيعُ الرُّقادَ بالسُّهدِ

And eyelids that shed tears of sorrow

And sell sleep for vigilance

لَيْتَ مَنْ شَفَّني هَواهُ رَأى

زَفَرات الهَوى على كَبِدي

If only he who cured me of his love could see

The sighs of passion in my liver

غادَةٌ نازِحٌ مَحَلَّتُها

وَكَّلَتْني بِلَوعةِ الكَمَدِ

A beautiful gazelle whose abode

Has burdened me with the agony of yearning

رُبّ خَرْقٍ مِنْ دُونِها قَذَفٌ

ما بِهِ غَيْرَ الجِنِّ مِنْ أَحَدِ

Many a patched garment from less than her is cast off

With nothing in it but a demon, not a human