1. مَتى يَشتَفي قَلبُ الدُنُوِّ مِنَ البُعدِ

    وَيَضحَكُ باكي الوَصلِ مِن ضاحِكِ الصَدِّ

    When will the heart of nearness be healed of separation,

    and he who weeps for union laugh at him who laughs in rejection?

  2. إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو ذِلَّتي في يَدِ الهَوى

    وَقِلَّةَ أَنصاري عَلى ظالِمِ الوَجدِ

    To God I complain of my abasement in the hand of passion,

    and of how few allies I have against tyrannical longing.

  3. فَيا شُؤمَ بَختي كَيفَ حَتّى اِستَرَقَّني

    مِنَ الناسِ مَولىً لا يَرِقُّ عَلى عَبدِ

    So, woe to my fortune! How came I to be enslaved

    by a master among men who has no pity for a slave?