لا بذاك الدُفُوّ تفديك نَفسي

يا مناها ولا بهذا البعادِ

Not with that intensity would I ransom your soul,

O objects of my desire, nor with this distance,

هَبكَ أصبحتض لا تُراعي اشتياقي

فَارعَ ما كان بيننا من وِدادِ

You have become heedless, not considering my yearning,

So regard what affection there was between us,

شَقِيت بالسُّهادِ فيك جفون

فهنيئا لغيرها بالرُّقادِ

My eyes have become sleepless from wakefulness over you,

So congratulations to others for slumbering.