لَقَد كُنتُ حيناً صَبوراً جَليدا

عَلى ما يَنوبُ قَوِيّاً شَديدا

I was once a man of patience and endurance,

Mighty and unyielding against life's calamities.

فَصَيَّرَني الحُبُّ ما أَستَطيعُ

أُقِلُّ بِكَفّي مِنَ الأَرضِ عودا

But love has transformed me, until I am unable

To lift from the earth a mere twig with my hand.

فَما عُذرُ مَن قَد غَدا يَستَطيعُ

رُكوبَ السَبيلِ إِلى أَن تَجودا

So what is the excuse of one who has the power

To take the path that leads to granting grace?

تُواصِلُ لي بِالخِلافِ الخِلافَ

وَتَنظِمُ لي بِالصُدودِ الصُدودا

You follow one breach of faith with another,

And string together rejection upon rejection.

وَلَيسَت تُريدُ عَلى ما أَقولُ

سِوى ما تَرى مِن نُحولي شُهودا

She seeks no proof for the words I utter,

Save the witness she sees in my wasting away.