صدّ عنّي كارهاً قُر

بي وَإِن كانَ حَبيبا

Turn away from me with hatred, even if you were once a lover,

And saw in my radiant face strands of grey in my head,

وَرَأى في الفاحِم الجَعْ

دِ من الرّأسِ مشيبا

Like a shooting star that has disappeared in the night but refuses to vanish,

Or a fire that dims yet glows brighter with flames.

كَشِهابٍ غابتِ الشُّه

بُ وَيَأبى أَن يَغيبا

I was bare without faults but you gifted me with failings.

I said I had not sinned with age against you, so repent,

أَو كَنارٍ تخمُد النّا

رُ وَيَزدادُ لَهيبا

It is an illness that has seized my body, I could not find a cure,

You found no sin but fabricated faults.

كُنتُ عُرياناً بِلا عي

بٍ فَأَهدى لي عيوبا

قُلتُ ما أذْنَبتُ بالشّي

بِ إِلَيكُم فَأتوبا

هُوَ داءٌ حَلَّ جِسمي

لَم أَجِدْ مِنهُ طَبيبا

لَم تَجِدْ ذَنباً وَلَكِنْ

أنتَ لفَّقتَ ذنوبا