أَنتَ غُصنٌ وَلَم يُمِلْكَ كَلامي

بِاِلتِفاتٍ إِليّ مَاذا يُميلُكْ

You are a branch and my speech does not have power over you

With turning to me, what can make you incline?

وَكَلامي يا غُصنُ عِندَك ريحٌ

فَلِماذا يا غُصن لا يَستَميلُك

And my speech, O branch, is to you just wind

So why, O branch, does it not attract you?