ما ضَرَّها لَو كَتَبَت بِالرِضا

فَجَفَّ جَفنُ العَينِ أَو غَمَّضا

No harm if she wrote with consent

Though the eyelid grew still or blinked

شَفاعَةٌ مَردودَةٌ عِندَها

في عاشِقِ تَندَمُ لَو قَد قَضى

Her intercession, once given, is denied

To a lover she'd regret if he's passed

يا نَفسُ صَبراً وَاِعلَمي أَنَّ ما

نَأمَلُ مِنها مِثلُ ما قَد مَضى

Oh soul, be patient and know that what

We hope from her is like what has passed

لَم تَمرَضِ الأَجفانُ مِن قاتِلٍ

بِلَحظِهِ إِلا لأَن أَمرَضا

The eyelids don’t ache from a killer’s

Glance, except that he made them ache