يا غَادِرينَ إِلامَ يَثْني هَجرُكُم

وملالُكُم أمَلِي بجَدٍّ نَاكِصِ

O you who left, why does your departure aggrieve me

While my hopes in you were diminishing in earnest

أنا مِن هَواكُم بين حبٍّ زائدٍ

بَلَغَ النهايةَ بي وحظٍّ ناقصِ

I, from loving you, am between increased love

And diminished fortune that has reached its end with me

أرضَى مشُوبَ الوُدِّ منكُم بالقِلى

وأُبِيحُكُم محضَ الوداد الخَالِصِ

I am content with your imperfect affection

And I allow your pure and sincere love