كَتَبتُ فَلَيتَني مُنّيتُ وَصلاً

وَلَم أَكتُب إِلَيكِ بِما كَتَبتُ

I wrote and I wish I had died fasting

And I had not written to you what I wrote

كَتَبتُ وَقَد شَرِبتُ الراحَ صِرفاً

فَلا كانَ الشَرابُ وَلا شَرِبتُ

I wrote while I drank wine undiluted

So blame not the wine nor the drinking

فَلا تَستَنكِروا غَضَبي عَلَيكُم

فَلَو هُنتُم عَلَيَّ لَما غَضِبتُ

Reproach me not for my anger against you

Had you been gentle with me I'd not have been angry