لَقَد هَمَّ قَيسٌ أَن يَزُجَّ بِنَفسِهِ

وَيَرمي بِها مِن ذَروَةِ الجَبَلِ الصَعبِ

Qays was ready to throw himself down

From the peak of a rugged mountain

فَلا غَروَ أَنَّ الحُبَّ لِلمَرءِ قاتِلٌ

يُقَلِّبُهُ ما شاءَ جَنباً إِلى جَنبِ

No wonder that for a man love is deadly

Tumbling him every way from side to side

أَناخَ هَوى لَيلى بِهِ فَأَذابَهُ

وَمَن ذا يُطيقُ الصَبرَ عَن مَحمَلِ الحُبِّ

Layla's love anchored in him and melted him

And who can endure the burden of passion?

فَيَسقيهِ كَأسَ المَوتِ قَبلَ أَوانِهِ

وَيورِدَهُ قَبلَ المَماتِ إِلى التُربِ

Serving him the cup of death before its time

And admitting him to the dust before he dies