1. يُلامُ لِما لا يَستَطيعُ وَيُعذَرُ

    وَيُسهَبُ فيهِ القَولُ أَو فَيُقَصَّرُ

    He is blamed for what he cannot do, and excused;

    and talk of him is drawn out, or else cut short.

  2. وَأَفعالُكُم تَنهاهُ لَو كانَ يَنتَهي

    وَما غابَتِ الآراءُ لَو كانَ يَحضُرُ

    Your deeds forbid him—if only he would desist;

    nor were counsels absent—if only he were present.

  3. لِساني بِأَمري وَهوَ مِنّي وَمِنكُمُ

    عَنِ البَثِّ يُنهى أَو فَبالكَتمِ يُؤمَرُ

    My tongue is at my command; and it, by me and by you,

    is forbidden to pour out grief, or else ordered to conceal it.

  4. فَأَمّا جُفوني فَهيَ بَينَ يَدَيكُمُ

    ضَميري بِها يَبدو وَسِرِّيَ يَظهَرُ

    But as for my eyelids, they are before you;

    my inner thoughts show through them, and my secret is revealed.

  5. صَبَرتُ وَكانَ الصَبرُ مِنِّيَ عادَةً

    وَما صَبَرَ الدَمعُ الَّذي يَتَفَجَّرُ

    I endured, and patience was my habit,

    but the tears that gush forth were not patient.

  6. وَقالَ اِستَدِم صَبري عَلَيكَ فَإِنَّني

    وَإِن كُنتُ أَبدَيتُ السَرائِرَ أَستُرُ

    And it said, “Maintain my patience with you, for I,

    though I have revealed secrets, conceal them.”

  7. أَيَسكُتُ عَن شَكوى الهَوى بِكَ مَنطِقٌ

    وَتُعدَى جُفوني بِالسُّكوتِ وَتُحصَرُ

    Can speech fall silent about the plaint of love for you,

    and my eyelids be infected with silence and held in check?

  8. وَمَن ذا الَّذي يُملا بِهِ خَلوَةُ الهَوى

    وَفي رَوضَةِ التَذكارِ ماذا يُفَجَّرُ

    And who is it with whom love's solitude is filled?

    And in the garden of remembrance, what is made to gush forth?

  9. وَمَن ذا عَلى قَلبِ الحَبيبِ وَدونَهُ

    مِنَ الغَيظِ أَغلاقٌ تُرى يَتَسَوَّرُ

    And who, to reach the beloved's heart, when before it

    lie locks of anger, would scale the wall, I wonder?

  10. أَغَيرِيَ مَن يُدعى لِيَومِ كَريهَةٍ

    وَساعَةِ شَكوى مِن حَبيبٍ فَيَحضُرُ

    Who but me is summoned for a day of battle

    and an hour of complaint about a beloved—and then comes?

  11. وَما نَهَضَت مِن قَلبِهِ لَكَ رِقَّةٌ

    إِذا لَم تَرَ الشَكوى فَذَيلِيَ يَعثَرُ

    And no tenderness has risen from his heart for you;

    if you have not seen the complaint, then my hem stumbles.