ما هَكَذا يا مُنى قَلبي

يَجزي أَخو الحسن عشّاقَه

Not so, O Mona, does my heart repay

the love of the virtuous with like;

نأَيتَ وَالصبُّ في كَربِ

مبلبلُ القلب مُشتاقُه

You came when passion was at its height,

and my heart's bird was eager and awake;

اِعطف فديتُك عَلى الصَبِّ

لا ذقتَ في الحُبِّ ما ذاقَه

Take pity on the passion of the love-sick,

who have not tasted what you have tasted of love.