يا دَهرُ مالَكَ لا يَصُد

دُكَ عن إساءَتِيَ العِتابُ

Oh Fate, why do you not refrain

From blaming me unjustly?

أَمْرَضْتَ مَن أَهوَى ويَأْ

بَى أَن أُمَرِّضَه الحجابُ

You make sick those I love though it grieves me

That separation makes them sick.

لو كُنْتَ تُنصِفُ كانت ال

أَمراضُ بي ولَهُ الثّوابُ

If you were just, I would bear the sickness

And they would reap the reward.