والهَوى لا خِفْتُ عاذِلَتي

في هَوى مَنْ جَلَّ عن صِفَتي

By Love—no, I have not feared my reproacher,

in loving one too sublime for my description.

مَنْ لَحَاني عَنْ هَوَاهُ فَفي

وَجْهِهِ الفتَّانِ مَعْذِرَتي

Whoever reproaches me for loving him—in

his beguiling face lies my excuse.

بِأَبي مَنْ قَدْ خَسِرْتُ بِهِ

حَظَّ دُنْيائِي وآخِرَتِي

My father be ransom for the one through whom I have lost

my portion of this world and the next.

إِنْ جَرى قَتْلي عَلَى يَدِهِ

فهوَ في حِلٍّ وفي سَعَةِ

Should my death come about at his hand,

he is absolved—and wholly free.