إن ألَقَهُ سرَّهُ قُربي وآنسَهُ

وإن أغِبْ صَدّ عَنّي مُعرِضاً ولَهَا

If he confides his secret to me, drawing near,

And if he's absent, turning from me, distracted, forgetting,

كأَنّنِي مَيِّتٌ في النّوم يُبهجُهُ

لقاؤُهُ ثمَّ ينْسَاه إذا انْتَبهَا

It's as though I'm dead, asleep, made joyous

By his meeting me, then forgetting when he awakes