شَكَوْتُ لَها لَهَباً في الحَشَى

شَكَوْتُ لَها لَهَباً في الحَشَى

فَقالتْ وَكُلُّ سِرَاجٍ كَذَا

فَقالتْ وَكُلُّ سِرَاجٍ كَذَا

I complained to her of a flame in my heart.

I complained of a fire raging within

Then she said, “And every lamp is like that.”

She said all lamps are this way

فَقُلْتُ وَلِمْ تُبعِيدني إذاً

فَقُلْتُ وَلِمْ تُبعِيدني إذاً

فقالتْ بِنارِك أَخْشَى الأَذَى

فقالتْ بِنارِك أَخْشَى الأَذَى

Then I said, “And why do you keep me away, then?”

I asked why then does she keep me at bay

Then she said, “I fear harm from your fire.”

She said, your flames may lead me astray