قل لمَن نَاله ملامه

واشتاقَ حتَّى بَدا سَقامُه

Tell the one who is blamed

And yearned until his sickness appeared

فطالَ من عاذليهِ لما

رَأوهُ لا يَرعَوي ملامُه

So the blame of his critics lasted

When they saw he does not care for their blame

يا حَسنَ الوَجهِ ذُق ذِماماً

لم يقضَ من حبِّكم حِمامُه

O beautiful face, taste patience

For he has not fulfilled his love for you

يا مَن رَماني بمقلتيهِ

فلم يطِش إذ رَمى سِهامُه

O you who shot me with your glances

But your arrows did not pierce when you shot them