1. مِن بَعد فُضوحي بِغَرامي في الحيّ

    مِن بَعدِ مُقاساتِيَ في الوَعدِ الليّ

    After my passion had exposed me in the neighborhood,

    After I had endured stalling over the promise,

  2. وَلّى وَبِرَسم هَجرِهِ القَلبَ كَوى

    ينبينيَ أَنَّ آخِرَ الداءِ الكيّ

    He turned away and, as a mark of his desertion, seared my heart,

    He tells me that the last resort for illness is cautery.