أَيُّ قَلْبٍ عَلَى صُدُودِكَ يَبْقَى

أَوَ لَمْ يَكْفِ أَنَّنِي ذُبْتُ عِشْقَا

What heart remains steadfast 'gainst your coldness,

When loving you has left me wasted and weak?

لَمْ تَدَعْ مِنِّيَ الصَّبَابَةُ إِلَّا

شَبَحاً شَفَّهُ السَّقَامُ فَدَقَّا

Naught of my youth remains except

A specter, thinned by sickness into bones,

وَدُمُوعاً أَسَالَهَا الْوَجْدُ حَتَّى

غَلَبَتْ أَدْمُعَ الْغَمَامَةِ سَبْقَا

And tears that longing brought, till they

Outpoured the rain clouds in their flow.

فَتَصَدَّقْ بِنَظْرَةٍ مِنْكَ تَشْفِي

دَاءَ قَلْبٍ مِنَ الْغَرَامِ مُلَقَّى

So give to me a glance that can restore

A heart made ill by passion's throes.

كَانَ أَبْقَى مِنْهُ الْغَرَامُ قَلِيلاً

فَأَذَابَ الصُّدُودُ مَا قَدْ تَبَقَّى

My love outlasted, though it was but brief,

Before your coldness melted what remained.

لا تَسَلْنِي عَنْ بَعْضِ مَا أَنَا فِيهِ

مِنْ غَرَامٍ فَلَسْتُ أَمْلِكُ نُطقَا

Ask not what I now suffer from

This love, for I've no voice to speak it.

سَلْ إِذَا شِئْتَ أَنْجُمَ اللَّيْلِ عَنِّي

فَهْيَ أَدْرَى بِكُلِّ مَا بِتُّ أَلْقَى

Ask, if you wish, the stars of the night about me,

For they know best all I endure.

نَفَسٌ لا يَبِينُ ضَعْفَاً وَجِسْمٌ

سَارَ فِيهِ الضَّنَى فَأَصْبَحَ مُلْقَى

A soul that shows no weakness, and a body

Wrecked by sorrow till it lies as rubble.

فَتَرَفَّقْ بِمُهْجَةٍ شَفَّهَا الْوَجْ

دُ فَذَابَتْ وَأَدْمُعٍ لَيْسَ تَرْقَا

Have mercy then upon a love-wasted heart,

And tears not ceasing in their flow.

إِنْ يَكُنْ دَأْبُكَ الصُّدُودَ فَقَلْبِي

عَنْكَ رَاضٍ وَإِنْ غَدَا بِكَ يَشْقَى

If your way is coldness, then my heart is still

Content with you, though it is left in pain.

فَعَلَيْكَ السَّلامُ مِنِّي فَإِنِّي

مُتُّ شَوْقاً وَاللَّهُ خَيْرٌ وَأَبْقَى

So peace be upon you, for I am dying

Of longing, and God is best and Everlasting.