1. كَم قُلتُ وَهاج رَنَّةُ الوَرقاءِ

    تَستَعطِفُ فرعَ بانَةٍ مَيلاءِ

    How often I have said, as the gray dove’s lament rose,

    Seeking sympathy from a branch of a leaning bān tree:

  2. يا وَيليَ إِن عجزتُ عَن ذاك وَلَم

    أَستَعطِف من هاجَ هَواهُ دائي

    Woe to me if I cannot do that and do not

    Win the sympathy of the one whose love has stirred my affliction!