لمّا رضيتَ بفُرقَتي وبِعادي

وصَرَمْتَ آمالي وخُنْتَ وِدادي

When you were pleased with my separation and distance,

And dashed my hopes and betrayed my love,

لاعَنْتُ أمَّ الصّبْرِ فيكَ وبَعْدَهُ

ورّثْتُ للأشْجانِ كنْزَ فؤادي

I cursed the mother of patience in you and after it,

And I bequeathed to sorrows the treasure of my heart.

فالصّبْرُ منّي أجْنَبيُّ بعْدَها

ولَواعِجُ الأشْجانِ منْ أوْلادي

So patience has become foreign to me after her,

And the pangs of sorrow are among my children.