مُذْ هَجَرْتُم هَجَر الطَّيْقُ ولِي

نَاظِرٌ لم يَدْرِ ما طَعْمُ الوَسَنْ

Since my leaving you, sleep has deserted me

A watcher who knows not the taste of rest

في هَواكم ألِفَ الْحُزْنَ فلو

لم يجدْه مات من فَرْطِ الْحَزَنْ

In love of you, sadness has become my friend

Without it, one would die of extreme grief