أَغضى فَآمَنَ خائِفاً

لَولاهُ أَصبَحَ تالِفا

He turned away, placated, though afraid,

Without him, affinity would surely fade.

سَكَنٌ طَفِقتُ لِعَفوِهِ

بِيَدِ التَنَصُّلِ قاطِفا

With pardon he bestowed, tranquility found me,

Plucking with hands that longed to be free.

في لَيلَةٍ نَشَرَ الزَما

نُ بِها عَلَيَّ رَفارِفا

On a night when destiny pulled its snare,

Casting misfortune that I must bear,

لَو فُصِّلَت ساعاتُها

كادَت تَكونُ سَوالِفا

If its hours were related in full,

They would be as legends told.