لم أعْطِ نفسي حَقَّها

مَلَّكْتُ مِثْلَكَ رِقَّها

I did not give my soul its due

I enslaved it like you enslaved yours

فالآن أعْتَقَها هوا

كَ وكان رأيي عِتْقَها

But now love has freed it

As freeing it was my view

رفقتْ بها نارُ الأسى

من حيث أهوى رِفْقَها

The fire of sorrow treated it gently

From where I fell in love, gently

لم تلق في معشوقها

صوناً فصانت عشقها

It did not find in its beloved

Protection, so it protected its love

يا باذلاً كذبَ المود

ةِ حين أَبْذُلُ صِدْقَها

O you who falsely pretend affection

When I offer you my sincerity

ومسامحاً بهجائه

غربَ البلادِ وشرقها

And forgive your estrangement

Whether in the east or west of countries

إن صُعِّبَتْ طُرُقُ القلو

بِ إِليكَ سَهَّلَ طرقها

If the paths of hearts were difficult

To you, it made its paths easy

لو كنتَ رزقَ النفسِ ما

كانتْ لتطلبَ رزقها

If you were the sustenance of the soul

It would not have sought its sustenance

قَبُحتْ غلالةُ وجهك ال

منسي الغلائلَ دِقَّها

How ugly is the darkness of your face

That forgot to polish its brightness

ما كان أصْفَقَها إِذا

باشرْتُها وأرقَّها

It would not have been her misfortune if

I had caressed and cherished her