يا مُوعِدِي بالوَصْلِ وعداً لا يَرى

فيهِ المَؤمِّلُ للتّقاضِي مَوضِعَا

O my promise of union, a promise without fulfillment

In which the hopeful finds no place for requital

أصبحتُ في حُبِّيْكَ كالدّاعِي الصّدى

ما إنْ لَهُ حظٌ سِوى أن يَسمَعَا

I have become, in my love for you, like one who calls out his echo

With no fortune save that his call may be heard

لكنَّ حظَّ هَواكَ من جِسمي ضَنىً

بَادٍ نَفَى نَومِي وأَفْنَى الأَدْمُعَا

Yet the fortune of your love has denied sustenance to my body

Vanishing my sleep and drawing forth my tears