يا مُخجِلَ الغُصُنِ الفَينانِ إِن خَطَرا

وَفاضِحَ الرَشإِ الوَسنانِ إِن نَظَرا

O you who put to shame the bending bough if it but sway,

And who expose the gleaming teeth if they but smile,

يَفديكَ مِنّي مُحِبٌّ شَأنُهُ عَجَبٌ

ما جِئتَ بِالذَنبِ إِلّا جاءَ مُعتَذِرا

A lover ransoms you from me, strange his plight,

Yet he comes not to err, but rather to make amends.

لَم يُنجِني مِنكَ ما استَشعَرتُ مِن حَذَرٍ

هَيهاتَ كَيدُ الهَوى يَستَهلِكُ الحَذَرا

My wariness avails me naught 'gainst you,

Alas! Vain the wariness, when love decimates prudence.

ما كانَ حُبُّكَ إِلّا فِتنَةً قُدِرَت

هَل يَستَطيعُ الفَتى أَن يَدفَعَ القَدَرا

Your love was but an ordained affliction,

Can man thwart what is foreordained?