يَا سَيِّدَةَ قَلْبِي وَشَيْخَةَ مَقَرِّهْ
لَكِ الرِّضَا يَنْقَادُ بِالطُّولِ وَالْعَرْضِ
مَا عَادَ بَاقِي لِي مَعَ النَّاسِ جَرَّهْ
عَلَى مَدَاهِيلِكِ غَدَتْ جَرَّتِي فَرْضْ
فِي كُلِّ مَرَّهْ لَا نَوَيْتُ أَتَشَرَّهْ
كَنَّ الْعُيُونَ تَقُولُ: فَضَّ الزَّعَلَ وَارْضْ
أَنَا أَسْتَعِدُّ أَطِيحُ . . مِلْيُونَ مَرَّهْ
وَلَا تَطِيحُ دُمُوعُ عَيْنِكِ عَلَى الْأَرْضْ
إِمَّا مِثْلَ هَالْحُبِّ . . وَإِلَّا فَلَا!The joy of my years ended the day my beloved left me, and the fire of longing burned within me. The flames in my heart shattered my hopes, and the cruel one increased my sorrow with his harshness. My eyes drowned in tears, and I was wounded by the tears. I said, "My heart has disobeyed me the day it spoke to me and brought me regrets in my tenderness, loyalty, and taste."