يا ريمُ هاتِ الدَواةَ وَالقَلَما

أَكتُبُ شَوقي إِلى الَّذي ظَلَما

O Reem, bring the ink and pen

O Reem, bring the inkwell and the pen,

I will write my longing for the one who wronged

That I may write my longing to the one who has been unjust.

غَضبانَ قَد عَزَّني رِضاهُ وَلَو

يَسأَلُ مِمّا غَضِبتَ ما عَلِما

Angry, though his approval would make me happy, even if

He is wrathful; his contentment is beyond my reach, and were he

He asked what you were angry about, he would not know

To be asked, "Why are you angry?", he would not know.

فَلَيسَ يَنفَكُّ مِنهُ عاشِقُهُ

في جَمعِ عُذرٍ لِغَيرِ ما اِجتَرَما

For his lover cannot detach from him

Thus his lover ceases not, on his behalf,

Among many excuses for what he did not commit

To gather excuses for offenses not committed.

أَظَلُّ يَقظانَ مِن تَذَكُّرِهِ

حَتّى إِذا نِمتُ كانَ لي حُلُما

I stay awake remembering him

I remain awake from the memory of him,

Until when I sleep I dream of him

Until, when I sleep, he becomes my dream.

عَلِقتُ مَن أَتى عَلى أَنفَسِ ال

ماضينَ وَالغابِرينَ ما نَدِما

I clung to one who came and went

I became attached to one who claimed the souls of the

Of past and gone people, not regretting

Ancients and those who remain, without a trace of regret.

لَو نَظَرَت عَينُهُ إِلى حَجَرٍ

وَلَّدَ فيهِ فُتورُها سَقَما

If his eyes looked upon a stone

If his eye were to cast a glance upon a stone,

His indifference would make it sick

Its languor would engender sickness within it.