1. ما لي كَلِفاً بِشارِقٍ ذي لَمعِ

    يَشكو حُرَق الغَرام بَينَ الجَمعِ

    Why am I enamored of a radiant one who gleams,

    Who laments love’s burning pains amid the gathering?

  2. يا وَيليَ قَد أَحرَقَني ذو حُرَقٍ

    ما حاليَ إِلّا كفَراش الشَمعِ

    Woe is me! One aflame with anguish has indeed burned me;

    My plight is but that of a moth at the candle.