وَقَفتُ عَلى صَبابَتِهِ ظُنوني

وَقَفتُ عَلى صَبابَتِهِ ظُنوني

وَلَكِن بِعتُهُ بِالدونِ ديني

وَلَكِن بِعتُهُ بِالدونِ ديني

I fixed my conjectures on his ardent longing,

I stood upon its dew, my own conjectures,

but I sold him my faith for a pittance.

But sold it for less than it was worth, my faith.