ولو كنت مثلي في الغرام متيما

لكنت لحالي في المحبة ترحم

If you were like me, enamoured and afflicted,

You would have mercy on me in my love.

فكم قد شكوت الهم والوجد والهوى

اليك فلم تفهم كأن ليس تفهم

How much have I complained to you of anxiety, passion and desire!

Yet you did not understand me, as if you do not understand.

أحق إذا أشكو الجوى لا تجيبني

وتهجرني ظلماً وما أنا مجرم

Is it right that when I complain of my love pangs, you do not answer me,

And unjustly abandon me, when I have committed no crime?