جَرَّدَ اللحظَ فكَمْ في كَبِدِي

وُفُؤَادِي منهُ جُرْحٌ ما اندمَلْ

He drew the moment so how much in my liver

And my heart is from it a wound that did not heal

وَجَرَى دَمعي دَماً نَصَّ على

أَنّني مِن بَعْضِ قَتْلاهُ وَدَلْ

And my tears flowed blood, testified on

That I am from some of his murders and showed

وَأَتى يُكْثِرُ عَذْلي لائمِي

قُلْتُ دَعْني سَبَقَ السَّيْفُ العَذَلْ

And he came blaming me frequently

I said leave me, the sword preceded the blaming