لا أَشتَكي هَوايَ إِلَّا

إِلَيكَ لَو يَنفَعُ التَّشَكّي

I complain of my passion to none but you;

Would that complaining might bring me relief!

آلَيتُ جَهدَ اليَمينِ أَن لا

أَزولَ إِلَّا إِلَيكِ عَنكِ

I have sworn an oath and bind myself

That I will never turn from you or cease loving you.

كَلَّفتِني الشِّعرَ في طَريق

وَعرٍ قَليلِ الأَنيسِ ضَنكِ

You have burdened me with poetry, on a difficult road

With few friends, and much distress.

فَرَغتِ لي في إِسارِ قَلبي

ثُمَّ تَشاغَلتِ عِندَ فَكّي

You have left me with an imprisoned heart,

Then turned from me even as I ponder how to win you.