1. How could you, O Ali, shed my blood,
While I am of the Ansars' sect?

2. Yet my heart cried greetings, yearning to meet you,
Though your eyes turned from Thul-Fiqar.

3. I see no reason for this, except
That you have donned love's veil.

4. And so I knew, when you shunned our abode,
That I by it am a martyr's prey.