كَفى حَزَناً أَن تَجمَعَ الدارُ شَملَنا

وَأُمسي قَريباً لا أَزورُكِ كُلثُما

Enough of sorrow that home united us,

Yet I seldom visit you each evening.

دَعى القَلبَ لا يَزدَد خَبالاً مَعَ الَّذي

بِهِ مِنكِ أَو داوي جَواهُ المُكَتَّما

The heart is prone to increasing madness

With that which comes from you or secretly healing its injury.

وَمَن كانَ لا يَعدو هَواهُ لِسانُهُ

فَقَد حَلَّ في قَلبي هَواكِ وَخَيَّما

He whose tongue does not exceed his love,

Has lodged his love for you residing in my heart.

وَلَيسَ بِتَزويقِ اللِسانِ وَصَوغِهِ

وَلَكِنَّهُ قَد خالَطَ اللَحمَ وَالدَما

It is not by adorning the tongue and shaping it,

Rather it has mingled with flesh and blood.