يا مَن يَحِنُّ عَلَيَّ فيما يَدَّعي

وَيَلومُني فيمَن أَحِنُّ عَلَيهِ

O you who rebuke me for the one I yearn for,

And blame me for the one I yearn over,

حَتّامَ تَرمي النَصحَ بَينَ يَدي فَتىً

هُوَ لِلهَوى كَالعَبدِ بَينَ يَدَيهِ

You cast advice before a youth,

Who is to passion as a slave before his master.

أَقسَمتُ لَوجاءَ السُلُوُّ بِنَفسِهِ

يَسعى إِلَيَّ لَما نَظَرتُ إِلَيهِ

I swear, if distraction itself sought me,

I would not look upon it.