وَسائِلَةٍ عَن سِرِّ سَلمى رَدَدتُها

عَلى غَضبَةٍ في وَجهِها أَستَبينُها

I turned away her questions about Salma's secret

Though I discerned anger on her face

وَلَو كانَ يَبدو ما تُجِنُّ جَوانِحي

لَبِئسَ إِذَنْ مِن آلِ فِهرٍ أَمينُها

If what my heart conceals were to appear

Then how unworthy I'd be of her noble clan