يا من حكَت وجنتُهُ الوردا
ما كان لو أصفيتني الودا
O you whose cheeks are adorned with roses
What if I were to gain your affection
يحسن بالمولى وقد مُلكت
كفاه ألا يرحمَ العبدا
It would befit the Master, now that He owns me
That He have mercy on His servant
ترغب في الصدِّ وفي أهلهِ
كأنما تستظرفُ الصدا
You seek to repel me and those close to me
As if to mock my love for you
لا خيبَ الله فتىً مدنفاً
ولا جفوناً قرِّحت وجدا
May Allah not disappoint a spurned young man
Nor reddened eyelids wet with tears
