1. يا مَنْ بأكْنافِ فؤادي ربَعْ

    قدْ ضاقَ بي في حُبِّكَ المُتّسَعْ

    O you who have dwelt in the recesses of my heart,

    In my love for you, even the wide expanse has grown too narrow for me.

  2. ما فيكَ لي جَدْوى ولا أرْعَوي

    شُحٌ مُطاعٌ وهَوىً مُتّبَعْ

    I gain nothing from you, yet I do not desist:

    Miserliness is obeyed, and passion is followed.