مَن لي بِمَن أَخشى الوُشا

ةُ عَلَيهِ في إِتيانِهِ

Who can I confide in when I fear slander from him should he visit me?

Love is something few can restrain themselves from exposing.

وَالحُبُّ شَيءٌ قَلَّ مَن

يَقوى عَلى كِتمانِهِ

When I stood at his door and panicked over his abandonment,

His greeting drew near, though long absent on his tongue.

لَمّا وَقَفتُ بِبابِهِ

وَفَزِعتُ مِن هِجرانِهِ

Its messenger came with his letter,

Which he had penned with his fingertips.

جاءَت تَحِيَّتُهُ قَري

باً عَهدُها بِلِسانِهِ

And I ransom the one whose place I've grown used to for his place.

وَرَسولُهُ بِكِتابِهِ

قَد خَطَّهُ بِبَنانِهِ

وَأَنا الفِداءُ لِمَن أَلِف

تُ مَكانَهُ لِمَكانِهِ