تمارضت كي أشجى وما بك علة

تمارضت كي أشجى وما بك علة

تريدين قتلي قد رضيت بذلكِ

تريدين قتلي قد رضيت بذلكِ

You feigned illness to make me grieve, though nothing ails you.

You feigned illness though you were hale

You wish to kill me; I have consented to that.

You wanted me dead, I acquiesced

وقولك للعوّاد كيف ترونه

وقولك للعوّاد كيف ترونه

فقالوا قتيلاً قلت أهون هالكِ

فقالوا قتيلاً قلت أهون هالكِ

And you asked the sickbed visitors, 'How do you find him?'

When asked how I fared, to callers you said

So they said, 'Slain.' You said, 'The least significant of the dead.'

"He's dying," less grievous than my death

لئن ساءني أنْ نلتني بمساءة

لئن ساءني أنْ نلتني بمساءة

لقد سرَّني أنّي خطرت ببالك

لقد سرَّني أنّي خطرت ببالك

Though it pained me that you treated me ill,

Though pained that with evil you came at me

It truly gladdened me that I crossed your mind.

I was glad you gave thought to me