يَقولُ العاذِلاتُ تَسَلَّ عَنها

وَداوِ غَليلَ قَلبِكَ بِالسُلُوِّ

The forsaken say, forget about her

And cure the sickness in your heart with patience

فَكَيفَ وَنَظرَةٌ مِنها اِختِلاساً

أَلَذُّ مِنَ الشَماتَةِ بِالعَدُوِّ

Yet how can that be when a stolen glance from her

Is sweeter than gloating over an enemy's misfortune