1. I say to Saad when he blamed me for passion
Does blame help you though you blame?

2. You blame what its blame does not benefit you
And passion is nothing but blame and blamed

3. And though I am on what I am, it may provoke me
A passion for Salma happened and was old

4. Your complaint does not meet my heart from sorrow
Not everyone I complain to is kind

5. A heart its passion pained what pained every loving one
And it is not after the departed staying

6. I see the youth of the longing everlasting
So why is the patience of the patient not lasting?

7. And between the gazelles freely wandering at night
It shot me and the archer did not miss his mark

8. O gazelle of the rugged side from the side of love
You were stingy and for you my tear was generous

9. And in the heart from me and passion a secret
And I with it unless for tears am silent

10. Thirst for your cheeks the torment and it is
A torment for my heart, O faithful, painful

11. Your refusal satisfies the prohibited heart
And your glance heals the sick though he is frail

12. And were it not for you no sigh burst in my heart
Nor did I, out of four, burst forth with rules

13. Nor did a lighting strike me that mimics in its flash
Your cheeks when I incline towards them and sniff

14. And I shudder in remembering al-Udhayb and Baraq
As the delicate branch bent with the breeze