سَفَّهني عاذلي عَلَيْهِ

وقَالَ لي وُدُّه عَلِيْلُ

My reproacher reproached me

And said his love for me was little

فَقُلْتُ مُعتلٌ اَو صَحِيْحٌ

يُودِعُه عَيْنَهُ الخليلُ

So I said, sick or healthy,

His eyes bid farewell to his beloved