أَسلامُ هَل لِمُتَيَّمٍ تَنويلُ

أَم هَل صَرَمتِ وَغالَ وُدَّكِ غُولُ

Peace, is there any consolation for Mutayyam

Or has your affection grown cold and distant?

لا تَصرِفي عَنّي دَلالَكِ إِنَّهُ

حَسَنٌ لَدَيَّ وَإِن بَخِلتِ جَميلُ

Do not turn your sweet glance away from me

It gladdens my heart, even when you are frugal

أَزَعَمتِ أَنَّ صَبابَتي أُكذوبَةٌ

يَوماً وَأَنَّ زِيارَتي تَعليلُ

You claimed my passion was a falsehood

One day, and my visit but an excuse