ألم يكفني ما نالني في هواكمُ

إلى أن طفقتم بين لاهٍ وضاحكِ

Has not what befell me in loving you

Been enough, until you began to waver between frowns and smiles

شماتتكم بي فوق ما قد أصابني

وما بي دخول النار بل طَنزُ مالكِ

Your derision of me, beyond what has already afflicted me

I care not for the fires of Hell, but for your disdain, oh angel