كم قلت باللثم وبرد اللمى

إيه برغم العاذل الحاسد

How often with a kiss and the chill of union

Have I hoped, in spite of the envious chider!

رَوّ صدي قلبي ودَع عذّلي

في الحب تغتاظ على البارد

But tell the secret of my heart, and chide not,

For the love-smitten is angered by coldness.