يَكَفَّيكَ تَقليبُ القُلوبِ وَإِنَّني

لَفي تَرَح مِمّا أُلاقي فَما ذَنبي

You stir hearts enough, and I

Am in confusion from what I endure, so what is my fault?

خَلَقتَ وُجوهاً كَالمَصابيحِ فِتنَةً

وَقُلتَ اِهجُروها عَزَّ ذَلِكَ مِن خَطبِ

You created faces like lamps, tempting,

Then said "Turn away from them"—that is hard to do!

فَإِمّا أَبَحتَ الصَبَّ ما قَد خَلَقتَهُ

وَإِمّا زَجَرتَ القَلبَ عَن لَوعَةِ الحُبِّ

So either reveal the youth You created,

Or restrain the heart from the fires of love.