أَبُثُّكَ ما لَقيتُ مِنَ اللَيالي

فَقَد قَصَّت نَوايِبُها جَناحي

I whisper to you what I suffered through the nights

Their woes have clipped my wings

وَكَيفَ يُفيقُ مِن عَنَتِ اللَيالي

مَريضٌ لا يَرى وَجهَ الصَلاحِ

And how can one wake from the tribulation of nights

A sick man who cannot see the face of remedy