1. وَيُعْجِبُني مِنْكَ الصُّدُودُ وإِنَّهُ

    لَحَتْفٌ وَلكِنْ حبَّذا بِالهَوى الحَتْفُ

    And your turning away delights me, though it is

    surely death—yet how welcome is death through love!

  2. فَواللَهِ مَا اخْتَرْتُ التَّسَتُّرَ عَنْ قِلىً

    وَلكِنْ حِذاراً أَنْ يَشُوبَ الهَوى خُلْفُ

    For, by God, I did not choose concealment out of aversion,

    but for fear that broken faith might taint love.

  3. شَرِبْتُ حُمَيَّا الحُبِّ صِرْفاً مُعَتَّقاً

    فَشُرْبُ الوَرى مَزْجٌ وشُرْبي لَها صِرْفُ

    I drank love’s heady wine, unmixed and aged;

    so others drink a mixture, while I drink it pure.