إِذا شِئتَ أَن تَبقى عَلى جُملَةِ الهَوى
وَأَدَنَيتَ مَن تَهوى فَأَقلِل مِنَ العَتبِ
If you wish to continue in passion's thrall
And draw near to she whom you adore, then chide her little.
فَلِلعَتبِ داءٌ رُبَّما جاءَ بَغتَةً
فَراحَ بِروحِ الوَصلِ مِن جَسَدِ الحُبِّ
For reproach has an illness that may come on suddenly
And steal the spirit of union from love's body.
فَكَيفَ يَروقُ العَيشَ مِن كَدَرِ القِلى
إِذا كُنتَ لا تُغضي لِإِلفِكَ عَن ذَنبِ
How then can life be sweet when bitterness fills the cup,
If you cannot overlook your beloved's fault?