قل لِغُصنِ الأَراكِ وَيْحَكَ تحكي

قدَّ مَحْبوبَتي ولم تخشَ مِنِّي

Tell the willow's branch, "Woe to you! You relate

The tale of my beloved, yet fear me not at all!"

أنا لولا غَفِلتُ عَنها فَماسَتْ

ما تعلّمتَ أنتَ منها التَثَنِّي

Had I but turned away from her, she'd not have bent

And you'd have never learned to gracefully enthrall.