تِهْ كَيْفَ شِئْتَ فَلِلْحَبيبِ تَدلُّلُ

وَلِصَبِّهِ المُضْنَى إِلَيْهِ تَذَلُّلُ

Complain of me however you wish, for to the beloved I make excuses

And for his distress I show sympathy, I humble myself

وَاحْكُمْ بِمَا تَرْضَى فَأَنْتَ أَحَقُّ مَنْ

مَلكَ الفُؤَادَ يَجورُ فيهِ ويَعْدِلُ

Judge me as you see fit, for you are more deserving

To rule my heart, act justly or unjustly in it

إِنّي وإِنْ عَذَلُوا عَلَيْكَ وأَطْنَبُوا

لَتَزيدُ أَشْواقِي إِلَيْكَ العُذَّلُ

Even if they rebuke you and exaggerate about you

My longing for you only grows, despite their blame

لكِنَّني أُبْدِي السُّلوَّ تَجمُّلاً

لِلعاذِلينَ ولِلْمُحبِّ تَجَمُّلُ

But I feign indifference to hide my torment

From those who criticize and to please my beloved

وَإِلَيْكَ أَوّل ما انْثَنَيْتُ مع الهَوَى

إِنَّ الحبيبَ هُوَ الحبيبُ الأَوّلُ

You were the first I turned to when passion struck me

Indeed the beloved is always the first beloved

يا مَنْ يَصونُ عَنِ العُيونِ تَحرُّزاً

حُسْناً عَلَيهِ كُلُّ رُوحٍ تُبْذَلُ

O you who hides your beauty from eyes guardedly

A beauty every soul surrenders itself to

كَمْ ذا أَلينُ وتَعْتَريكَ قَساوَةٌ

وَإِلامَ أَسْمَحُ بِالوِصَالِ وَتَبْخَلُ

How gentle you are, yet harshness sometimes takes you

Why so open to union at times, at others so stingy?

يا مَعْدِنَ الآمَالِ أَيْنَ لِعاشِقٍ

كَلِفٍ بِحُبِّكَ عَنْ جَمالِكَ معدِلُ

O source of hopes, where can a lover like me find

Solace for loving you, except in your beauty?