عابوا الذي أعشقه بالنحول

فلم أطع فيه مقال العذول

They rebuked me for loving one so lean,

They faulted the one I adore for being slender,

But I did not heed the words of the critic.

Yet I paid no heed to the reproach of the censurer,

وإن غصنا أبداً لا تزول

عليه شمس لحر بالذبول

Though a branch never loses

For indeed, a bough upon which the sun never ceases

The sun's heat that makes it wither.

To shine is truly bound to wither.