ظَنّي بِهِ حَسَنٌ لَولا تَجَنّيهِ

وَأَنَّهُ لَيسَ يَرعى حَقَّ حُبّيهِ

I thought well of him, had he not wronged me,

And that he does not regard the right of loving me.

لَم يُلهِني عَنهُ ما أَلهاهُ بَل عَذُبَت

عِندي الصَبابَةُ إِذ جُرِّعتُها فيهِ

He did not distract me from him, whatever distracted him,

Rather, patience tasted sweet to me when I was made to drink it for him.

عَفَّت مَحاسِنُهُ عِندي إِساءَتَهُ

حَتّى لَقَد حَسُنَت عِندي مَساويهِ

His virtues overlooked his wronging me in my eyes

To the point that his misdeeds seemed good to me.

هَذا مُحِبُّكَ أَدمى الشَوقُ مُهجَتَهُ

فَكَيفَ تُنكِرُ أَن تَدمى مَآقيهِ

This is your lover whom longing has bloodied his innermost being,

So how can you deny that his sufferings make you bleed?