كَم قَدْ جَزِعتُ لبَيْنِ من فَارَقْتُه

وصبَرْتُ عنه والحشَا يَتَضرّمُ

How much I grieved for the one I parted from

And was patient without him while loneliness crept in

كالقَوسِ تَرمِي السّهمَ ثُمّ تَرِنُّ من

جزعٍ ويبدو اليأسُ منه فَتكْظِمُ

Like a bow that loosens an arrow and then recoils

From grief, as despair emerges, so you endure

والوجْدُ لو اجدى على ذي لوعةٍ

ما مات بالكَمَدِ القديمِ متَمّمُ

If passion could help one in deep agony

The long-suffering wouldn't have died, still suffering