سَلَوتُ عَن هاجِري وَعِندي

أَنِّيَ في ذاكَ غَيرُ فارِه

I asked about my love though it caused me pain

For I could no longer hide my heart's disdain

فَقيلَ لي إِذ أَذَعتُ هَذا

يُخارُ لِلعَبدِ وَهوَ كارِه

When I spoke of this, it was said to me

A slave may show his love, reluctantly