أرسلتَ لي سطرين قد جَمعا

حُمقاً يحرّم عندك البُقْيا

You sent me two lines that gathered

Foolishness that forbids you from seeing clearly

وكسَوْتني خِلَعَ المحال على

أني كسوتُك مَلبسَ العُليا

And you clothed me in impossible attire

As if I had clothed you in the highest garb

فعدِمْتُها من رقعةٍ وردَتْ

ولو أنها هي رقعةُ الدُنيا

So I got rid of it like a patch and it went away

Even if it was the patch of the whole world