خَليلَيَّ لا وَاللَهِ ما القَلبُ سالِمٌ

وَإِن ظَهَرَت مِنّي شَمائِلُ صاحِ

My beloved, no - by God - my heart is not at peace

Though my face appears serene to those who see

وَإِلّا فَما بالي وَلَم أَشهَدِ الوَغى

أَبيتُ كَأَنّي مُثقَلٌ بِجِراحِ

How else could I be when I have not witnessed the battle?

I lie as though laden with wounds