1. إِن سَوَّدَ وَجهَ حاليَ الهجرانُ

    أَو بَيَّضَ مِنّي اللمَمَ الأَحزانُ

    If separation has blackened the face of my condition,

    Or sorrows have whitened my locks,

  2. واِحمَرَّ عَلى صُفرَةِ خَدّي دَمعي

    فالحُبُّ لعمري مِحَنٌ أَلوانُ

    And my tears have turned red upon my yellow cheek,

    Then love, by my life, is trials of many colors.