وحقِّك ما أخَّرتُ كُتبيَ عنكمُ

لِقَالةِ واشٍ أو كلامِ مُحَرّشِ

I swear I did not delay my letters from you

For the prattle of a gossip or the words of a babbler

ولكنَّ دَمعي إن كَتَبتُ مُشَوِّشٌ

كتابي وما نفعُ الكتابِ الُمشوَّشِ

Rather my tears, when I write, make my writing confused

Of no use is writing that is confused