وقيَّمٍ كَلَّمت جِسمي أَنامِلُهُ

كأَنَّ دَيناً لَهُ عِندي فَآذاني

A devotee whose fingers touched my body

As if he had some religion with me, so he hurt me

إِن أَمسَكَ الكَفَّ مِنّي كادَ يَكسِرُها

أَو سَرَّحَ الشَّعرَ من رأسي فَآذاني

If he held my hand, he almost broke it

Or if he stroked my hair, he hurt me

فَليسَ يُمسكُ إِمساكاً بِمعرفَةٍ

ولا يُسرِّحُ تَسريحاً بِإِحسانِ

So he does not hold with understanding

Nor does he stroke with kindness