أَيا مَن نونُ حاجِبِهِ سَقامُ

وَيا مَن لامُ سالِفِهِ حِمامُ

O you whose frown is illness,

And whose past is soothing as a dove,

كَتَبتُ إِلى رِضاكَ بِقَطعِ رَسمي

وَلَم يَثبُت عَلَيَّ لَكَ اِحتِرامُ

I have written seeking your approval with my compositions,

Yet no respect for you has stuck with me,

وَقَد فَصَّلتُ جُملَةَ ما دَهاني

بِلا غَلَطٍ فَرَأيُكَ وَالسَلامُ

And I have clearly explained how I've been wronged,

Without mistakes, so your view is what matters, farewell.