لا أُجازِي حَبيبَ قَلْبي بِظُلْمِهْ

أَنَا أَحْنَى عَلَيْهِ مِنْ قَلْبِ أُمِّهْ

I do not punish my beloved though he may do me wrong

I am kinder to him than a mother to her little one

جَوْرُهُ مِثْلُ عَدْلِهِ عِنْدَ مَنْ يَهْ

واهُ مِثْلي وَظُلْمُهُ مِثْلُ ظَلْمِهْ

To one who loves, wrong and right appear the same

His faults to me are virtues, strange as that may seem