1. بَعدتَ فَطعمُ العَيشِ عِنديَ علقَمُ

    وَوَجهُ حَياتي مُذ تَغَيَّبتَ أَرقَمُ

    You have gone far away, so life's taste to me is bitter colocynth.

    And since you vanished, my life's face is a speckled serpent.

  2. فَما لَكَ قَد أَدغَمتَ قُربكَ في النَوى

    وَوُدُّك في غَيرِ النِداءِ مُرَخَّمُ

    Why, then, have you merged your nearness into separation,

    While your love is truncated, though not in a vocative call?