1. أصبحتُ أوثرُ أهلَ اللومِ والعذلِ

    في حبِّ ذي غنجٍ بالحسنِ متصِلِ

    I have come to favor those who blame and reproach,

    In my love for a coquettish one inseparable from beauty.

  2. لو شاءَ يطلعُ شمساً من مَحاسنهِ

    تلوحُ في غصُنٍ من حسنهِ خضِلِ

    If he wished to bring forth a sun from his charms,

    Shining on a bough lush with his beauty,

  3. لا شرقت منه شمسٌ لا يدنسُها

    ليلٌ فشمسُ الضحى منه على وجلِ

    A sun would shine from him, unsullied by

    Night; the forenoon sun stands in fear of him.

  4. ما لامني أحدٌ فيهِ فأبصرهُ

    إلا وعيناهُ عن عينيَّ في شغُلِ

    No one has blamed me for him and then beheld him

    Without his eyes becoming too absorbed to meet mine.