ومعذّبي مَنْ لا أبوحُ بذكرِهِ

ما دُمتُ في أسرِ الهوى وقيادِهِ

And those who torture me, I do not reveal their mention

As long as I remain captive to passion and its bondage

صَنمٌ غَدا يدعو إلى دينِ الهوى

لَولا التَقِيّة كنتُ مِن عُبّادِه

An idol it has become, calling me to the religion of love

Were it not for pious dissimulation, I would be among its worshippers