أَأُسلَبُ مِن وِصالِكِ ما كُسيتُ

وَأُعزَلُ عَن رِضاكِ وَقَد وَليتُ

Shall I be deprived of your affection, though clothed with it,

And removed from your good pleasure, though I sought it?

وَكَيفَ وَفي سَبيلِ هَواكِ طَوعاً

لَقيتُ مِنَ المَكارِهِ ما لَقيتُ

How could I, when by your love's path willingly

I met with all the suffering I have met?

أُسِرُّ عَلَيكِ عَتباً لَيسَ يَبقى

وَأُضمِرُ فيكِ غَيظاً لا يَبيتُ

I murmur no reproach that does not quickly fade,

I nourish no resentment that does not sleep.

وَما رَدّي عَلى الواشينَ إِلّا

رَضيتُ بِجَورِ مالِكَتي رَضيتُ

And my only return against slanderers is:

I am content with my lady's tyranny, content.