روحي الفداء لمن عاتبتُه فبكى

يا حُسنَه إن بكى يوماً وإن ضَحِكا

My soul is ransomed for the one I reproached, so he wept

Oh, his beauty! Whether he wept one day or laughed

قد كنتُ أُبدي له صبراً فحين بكى

فصار في فيه عند الضحك منسلكا

I used to show him patience, but when he wept

So his laughter became entwined in it

يبكي ويضحك أحياناً فيقتلني

بُكاً وضحكاً هما في قتليَ اشتركا

He cries and laughs sometimes, so he kills me

With weeping and laughter, they both conspired in killing me

دعاه يفتك بي يا صاحبيَّ فما

رأيتُ ظبياً بذئبٍ قبله فَتَكا

I called him to wreak havoc on me, O my friend, but I have not

Seen a gazelle before him pounce so

ظبيٌ تفلَّت من صيدي وأوقعني

في صيده إنَّ في عينيه لي شَركا

A gazelle escaped from my hunt and made me

Fall into his hunt, indeed his eyes have trapped me