أَحَلتِ عَلَيَّ الذَنبَ لَما مَلَلتِني

أَحَلتِ عَلَيَّ الذَنبَ لَما مَلَلتِني

وَغَيرِيَ لَو أَنصَفتِ قَد رَكِبَ الذَنبا

وَغَيرِيَ لَو أَنصَفتِ قَد رَكِبَ الذَنبا

You laid the blame on me when you grew tired of me.

You blamed me for my boredom when it was you who had wearied me,

Yet someone other than me, had you been fair, had committed the wrong.

Yet another in my place would also have committed the same wrong.

أُقِرُّ لَكَم بِالذَنبِ مِنّي مَخافَةً

أُقِرُّ لَكَم بِالذَنبِ مِنّي مَخافَةً

مِنَ الهَجرِ لَمّا رُمتِ أَن تُخلِقي الحُبّا

مِنَ الهَجرِ لَمّا رُمتِ أَن تُخلِقي الحُبّا

I admit to you that the fault is mine, for fear

I confess to you my wrong out of fear of estrangement -

of abandonment, when you sought to wear love threadbare.

When you had decided to abandon me, refusing to show love.