فإن يكُ قد سَلا وثَنَاهُ عَنِّي

رَضاعُ الكأس أو ظبيٌ ربيبُ

If he has turned away and abandoned me

To the suckling of the cup or a young gazelle

تُسَلِّطُه النفوسُ على هَواها

وتُعطِيه أزمَّتَها القلوبُ

The souls unleash him upon their passions

And the hearts give him their bridles

بأعطافٍ تُباحُ لها المعاصي

وألحاظٍ تَحِلُّ لها الذُّنوبُ

With glances that permit sins for them

And looks that allow guilt for them

فلي كَبِدٌ به حَرَّى وقَلبٌ

على ما فيه من كَمَدٍ طَرُوبُ

I have a liver that is burnt by him

And a heart that, despite its wounds, remains tender