عاذِلي في المُدامِ غَيرَ نَصيحَ

لا تَلُمني عَلى شَقيقَةِ روحي

Rebuke me not for the wine, though no advice-giver be I

Blame me not for that soulmate who hath beguiled me

لا تَلُمني عَلى الَّتي فَتَنَتني

وَأَرَتني القَبيحَ غَيرَ قَبيحِ

Blame me not for that fair one who cast her spell on me

And showed ugly as fair, by her sorcery

إِنَّ بَذلي لَها لَبَذلُ جَوادٍ

وَاِقتِنائي لَها اِقتِناءُ شَحيحِ

For my giving unto her is a steed's giving

And my hoarding her is a miser's hoarding