وَلَو كانَ هَذا الهَجرُ مِنكَ مَلالَةً

صَبَرتُ وَلَكِنّي أَراهُ تَدَلُّلا

If this estrangement were out of boredom from you

I would have been patient, but I see it as coquetry

مَعاذَ العُلا أَن أَستَفيدَ مَذَلَّةً

بِحُبِّكَ لَكِن قَد صَبَرتُ تَذَلُّلا

Far be it from the sublime that I gain humiliation

From your love, but I have been patient with the coyness