لَو كُنتُ جاوَبتُ الحَمائِمَ نائِحاً

قالَ الوُشاةُ أَضاعَ سِرَّكَ بائِحا

Had I replied to the wailing doves

The slanderers would say my secret's laid bare

سَلطائِراً صَدَعَ الفُؤادَ بِسُحرَةٍ

أَتُراهُ غَرَّد صادِعاً أَم صادِحا

My heart rent by a charming bird

Does it chirp merrily or lament in despair?

يا ضَعفَ مَن أَمسى الفَريسَةَ في الهَوى

وَغَدا الحَمامُ لَهُ هُنَالِكَ جارِحا

How weak is he who in passion became prey

And the dove that was his neighbor turned foe