يُنْبيكَ أنَّكَ لم تَجِدْ وَجْدِي

ما خَدَّتِ الْعَبراتُ مِنْ خَدِّي

My soul, you failed to find my passion

Tears stream down my cheeks

نامَ الخَليُّ عَنِ الشَّجِيِّ بِهِ

وجَفا المَلولُ ولَجَّ في الصَّدِّ

The friend slept, ignoring my agony

The weary grew cold and withdrew

كُنْتَ الشِّفاءَ فَصِرتَ لي سَقَماً

أَبَداً تَتُوقُ إِلى هَوىً مُرْدِي

You were my remedy, now you are my illness

Forever you aspire to a love that destroys me