حَيثُ ماءُ الشَبابِ في وَجنَتَيها

لَيسَ يَجري وَنارُهُ لا تُشَبُّ

Where the water of youth flows in its valleys

It does not flow and its fire is not kindled

لَم أَخَف حَيَّةً عَلى الخَدِّ تَسعى

لا وَلا عَقرَباً عَلَيهِ يَدِبُّ

I did not fear a snake crawling on my cheek

Nor a scorpion creeping on it

مِتُّ ضيقاً في الرِقِّ رِقِّ غَليلي

مَطَلَتهُ بِالوِردِ وَالوِردُ نَهبُ

I died of anguish in the softness of my confinement

My wish in roses and roses ravaged

قالَ مَن لا أُحِبُّ ما لا أُحِبُّ

وَحَديثُ البَغيضِ بُغضٌ وَكِذبُ

He who does not love me said what he does not love

And the talk of the hated one is hatred and lies

وَلِحَيني لَهُ لِسانٌ وَما لي

أَنا يا قَومِ لِلَّذي قالَ قَلبُ

And for my present he has a tongue but I have not

O people I am for what my heart said

واجِبٌ شُكرُهُ عَلَيَّ كما ظَن

نَ وَعِندي عَلَيهِ غَيظٌ وَعَتبُ

I owe him gratitude as he thought

But I have anger and reproach for him

جاءَني مُمرِضاً وَأَصعَبُ ما قَد

جاءَني أَن يَقولُ جئتُ أَطِبُّ

He came to me sick and most difficult

What he came to say was I came to cure you