دَعْهُمْ يقولوا فَبي فوقَ الذي قالوا
سقمٌ وسهدٌ ودمعٌ فيكَ همّالُ
Let them say what they will of me, for I am exalted above their saying,
Sick, sleepless, with tears for you ever flowing down my cheeks.
يا من أَفَندُّ جهلاً في محبّتِهِ
ما لي عليك سوى الحساد عُذّالُ
O you whom ignorance makes all the more enchanting in your loveliness,
I have none but envious men to blame you - may they have no peace!
ما حرّكوا بملامي منهمُ شفَةٌ
إلاَّ وزادوا غرامي فيكَ لا زَالوا
My reproachers move no lip against me but to increase my love for you;
May it never diminish, try as they will!