يا مَن حَلا حِينَ ذاقَهُ نَظَري

لَوْ لَمْ يَبِنْ مِنْهُ مُرُّ إِعْراضِ

O you who turned sweet when my gaze tasted him

If the bitterness of his aversion had not appeared

إِنْ كانَ ذّنْبي حُبِّيكَ يا أَمَلي

فَاذنبْ كَذَنْبي فإِنَّني راضِ

If my sin was my love for you, O my hope

Then sin like my sin, for I am pleased