رَمى الوشاةُ بداءِ الحقدِ روْحاتي

وزَوَّروا قصَّةً عوراءَ عن ذاتي

The slanderers attacked my spirit with their malice,

And fabricated a shameful tale about me,

وأسْرفوا في ضروبِ الزَّيفِ وابتذلوا

حتَّى خطيئاتِهم قالوا خطيئاتي

Excessively they resorted to all kinds of lies and trivialities,

Even attributing their own sins to me.

فقلتُ علَّمتموني الحُمقَ من صِغَري

وبَيْعُ قلبي لكُمْ إحدى حماقاتي

I said: you taught me foolishness since my childhood,

And selling my heart to you was one of my follies.

فكيف ينْبُتُ حُبُّ يستقي كذباً

وبعضُ تُرْبَتِهِ وَحْلُ الخيانات

So how can love sprout when it draws lies,

And some of its soil is the mud of betrayals.