مَحبوبيَ لِم عَلَيه سَقمي خافِ

ما أُودِعَ طَرفُه لعمري كافِ

My beloved, why does my sickness weigh on him

His glance was never enough for me

داووا مَرَضَ العشق بِما شاكلهُ

ما غَيرُ عَليل لحظه لي شافِ

Cure the sickness of love with what resembles it

None but the afflicted can heal me