أتلومينني لتشبيهيَ الخد

ين بالنار والقوام بصارمْ

Do you blame me for comparing your cheeks to fire,

And your figure to a sharp sword,

وببأس الحديد قلبك إذ أش

كو وقد رق لي العدو المقاومْ

And your heart to the might of iron when I complain,

Although the resistant enemy has been gentle to me?

قد يعيب الحريص أجمل ما يه

وى فراراً من حاسد أو مزاحمْ

The covetous may find fault with the most beautiful object of desire,

Fleeing from an envious or aggressive rival,

وهو عيب يغري بحبك لو أع

قل من كان ناجياً منك سالمْ

Yet that is a fault that makes me love you more, if I were reasonable.

Who has ever survived you unscathed?