هَل كُنتِ تَهوَين أَن أَرضى سِواكِ وَأن

أطيل عَنك إِذا ما اِشتَقت إِعراضي

Did you wish that I be content with none but you, and that

When longing for you I turn my gaze away?

أَم كُنتِ تَرضَين مِنّي بِالَّذي رَضيت

نَفسي بِه مِن قَذى عَين وَإِغماضِ

Or were you satisfied that I should feel the same

As my own soul felt—the speck, the closed eye's sleep?