نامَ عُذالي وَلم أنمِ

واشتفَى الواشونَ من سَقمي

My tormentors blamed me though I was blameless

And those who reproached me were healed of their own illness.

وإذا ما قلتُ بي ألمٌ

شكَّ مَن أهواهُ في ألمي

When I complain of pain within me,

My beloved doubts the truth of my agony.