1. لَقَد شَكَت لا شَكَت برداً فقلت لها

    روحي فدى ذلك الجسم الَّذي بردا

    Indeed, she complained of cold—may she never have cause to complain—so I said to her:

    My soul be ransom for that body grown cold.

  2. ان كنتِ تشكين من بردٍ فهئَنَذا

    اشكو من الحرِّ حرِّ الشوق متَّقدا

    If you are complaining of cold, then here I am,

    Burning, I complain of heat—the heat of longing.

  3. يا لَيتَ يُمزَجُ جسمانا فَيَعتَدلا

    حرّا وبرداً الى ان يُصحبا جسدا

    Would that our two bodies were blended and found balance

    In heat and cold, until they were joined as one body,

  4. وَيُمسيا مثل روحَينا قد ائتَلفا

    وَيَغدوا مثل قَلبينا قد اتَّحدا

    And in the evening were like our two souls, already in harmony,

    And in the morning were like our two hearts, already united.