دَسَّت لَهُ طَيفَها كَيما تُصالِحُهُ

في النَومِ حينَ تَأَبّى الصُلحَ يَقظانا

She extended her phantom to reconcile with him

She slipped her phantom in to reconcile with him,

In sleep, while awake we refuse reconciliation

In sleep, for he refused the truce while yet awake.

فَلَم يَجِد عِندَ طَيفي طَيفُها فَرَحاً

وَلا رَثى لِتَشَكّيهِ وَلا لانا

Yet with my phantom her phantom found no joy

But her specter found no joy beside my specter,

Neither did it grieve to empathize or sympathize

It neither pitied her complaints nor did it soften.

حَسِبتُ أَنَّ خَيالي لا يَكونُ لِما

أَكونُ مِن أَجلِهِ غَضبانَ غَضبانا

I thought my imagination would not represent

I reckoned that my sleeping soul would not feel anger

What makes me, because of it, so angry

Towards the very cause for which I am enraged.

جِنانُ لا تَسأَليني الصُلحَ مُسرِعَةً

فَلَم يَكُن هَيِّناً مِنكِ الَّذي كانا

Oh Gardens, do not ask me for quick reconciliation

O Jinan, do not ask me for a hasty peace,

For what had happened between us was not easy

For what you did was no light, trivial matter.