قَد كانَ جِسمي غَيرَ مَنهوكِ

وَكانَ دَمعي غَيرَ مَسفوكِ

My body was not worn down

And my tears were not shed

حَتّى تَهَتَّكتُ وَلَولا الهَوى

إِذاً لَما كُنتُ بِمَهتوكِ

Until passion violated me, else

I would not have been broken

فَلا تَلُم حُرّاً غَدا حائِراً

مُذ صارَ مَملوكاً لِمَملوكِ

So do not blame a free man who became lost

Since he became enslaved to the enslaved