أَفْقَدَ جَفْنِي لَذِيذَ الوَسَنْ

مَنْ لَمْ أَزَلْ فِيهِ خَلِيعَ الرَّسَنْ

Sweet sleep has left my eyes

Since he who filled my heart with longing went away.

عِذَارُهُ الْمِسْكِيُّ فِي خَدِّهِ

أَنْبَتهُ اللَّهُ النَّبات الحَسَنْ

His musky scent still clings to his cheek -

May God let it ever grow more fair!