يا صَبْوَ حُبِّكَ في الأَحْشَاءِ قّدْ قَدَحَا

وحَلَّ مُسْتَوْطِناً فِيْها فَمَا بَرِحَا

O morning breeze, your love has kindled a fire in my heart

And taken up residence there, never to depart

أَشْكُو إِلَيْكَ جُفُوناً ما يَجِفُّ لَهَا

غَرْبٌ يَسِيْحُ وما قِيْهِنَّ قَدْ قَرِحَا

I complain to you of eyelids that never close

Afflicted by insomnia, their soreness grows

وهَيْكَلاً ناحِلاً أَوْدَى السَّقامُ بِهِ

فَلَمْ يَدَعْ مِنْهُ إلاَّ الرْسْمَ والشَّحَا

And a frail, emaciated body, made ill by disease

Leaving nothing of it but shadow and want

فلو يَكُونُ بإحدى كِفَّتَيْنِ وَلاَ

شيْءَ يُوَزِيْهِ في الأُخرى لَمَا رَجَحَا

If one of my hands held nothing

And the other no counterweight, they would not sway