لا خلَّص اللَّهُ قَلبي من يَديكَ فكم
عذلته في الهَوى جَهدي فَما سَمِعا
May God never spare my heart from your hands—for how often
I reproached it for loving, with all my might, yet it would not heed.
ما غرَّهُ منكَ إلا ما سُميتَ بِه
فحينَ خالفتَ ما تُسمى بهِ وَقَعا
Nothing in you beguiled it except what you were named for;
but when you belied the name you bear, it fell.
لا زلتُ أسعَى به سَعيَ الوُشاةِ بِنا
لأنَّه بكرى عَيني إليكَ سَعى
May I never cease plotting against it as tale-bearers plot against us,
because, against my will, it hastened toward you.
لا قلبَ إلا كَقَلبي ليسَ يأيسُ إن
آيَستُه فَإذا أطمَعتُه طَمِعا
No heart is like mine: it does not despair, even when
I make it despair; but when I raise its hopes, it grows covetous.
Sol 5.6