فَليتَ دَفَعتَ الهَمَّ عَنِّيَ ساعَةً
فَبِتنَا عَلَى ما خَيَّلَت ناعِمَي
If only you had banished sorrow from me for an hour,
and we had spent the night, as she imagined, both at ease.
أَلَم يَشِفيَنكَ أَنَّ نَومي مُسَهَّدٌ
وشَوقي إلى ما يَعتَريني وتَسهالي
Has it not satisfied you that my sleep is sleepless,
that I yearn for what besets me, and that I weep?
Sol 6.1