ما رَأَينا مَن قَلبُهُ في يَدَيهِ

لا وَلا عاشِقاً هَواهُ إِلَيهِ

We have never seen one whose heart is in his hands,

Nor a lover whose passion is subject to his will,

مَرَّةً عاشِقاً وَأُخرى خَلِيّاً

مُظهِراً غَيرَ ما الضَميرُ عَلَيهِ

At one moment a lover, and at another free of care,

Displaying other than what his conscience conceals.

كُنتُ مِن وَصلِ سَيِّدي في سُرورٍ

فَرَمى الدَهرُ وَصلَهُ بِيَدَيهِ

I was in bliss from the union with my master,

Then Fate cast his union away with both hands.

لَعَنَ اللَهُ كُلَّ واشٍ وَفَقّا

عَن قَريبٍ بِكَفِّهِ عَينَيهِ

May God curse every slanderer, and gouge out

Soon, with his own palm, his very eyes.