يا نَفسُ دَهَتكِ سورَةُ الأَشواقِ

ما أَمهلك السُمُّ إِلى الدرياقِ

My friend, your heart is moved by longing

The poison gives you no respite

غالتكِ وَما أَحسَن بالمشتاقِ

لَو كانَ يُقيم مأتَم العُشّاقِ

You pay dearly for your passion

If only the lovers' vigil brought relief