أقولُ له علامَ تَميلُ عُجباً

على ضَعفي وقدُّكَ مستقيمُ

I say to him, why do you incline with wonder

Toward my weakness when your resolve is straight?

فقالَ تقولُ عنِّي مَيلٌ

فقلتُ كذا لنا نَقَلَ النَّسيمُ

He said, "You say I'm inclined."

I said, "That's how the breeze conveyed it to us."