أَيا شاكِياً مِنّي لِذَنبٍ جَنَيتُهُ

فَدَيتُكَ مِن شاكٍ إِلَيَّ حَبيبِ

O you who complain of my sin which I have committed,

I ransom you from a complainer who is dear to me.

لَئِن رابَ مِنّي ما يُريبُ فَإِنَّني

عَلى عُدَواءِ الدَهرِ غَيرُ مُريبِ

If he doubts anything dubious from me, surely I

Am not dubious about the adversities of fate.

وَإِنّي لَأَرعى مِنكَ وَالغَيبُ بَينَنا

هَوىً قَلَّما يُرعى بِظَهرِ مَغيبِ

And I shepherd from you, though distance is between us,

A love that is rarely shepherded at the setting of a shepherd.

فَهَب لِيَ ذَنباً واحِداً كانَ قُلتُهُ

فَما زَلَلٌ مِن حازِمٍ بِعَجيبِ

So grant me just one sin I may have spoken,

For stumbling is not strange for a resolute man.

فَيا حُسنَ حالِ الوُدِّ ما دَمتُ مُذنِباً

أَتوبُ وَما ضامَت تُعَدُّ ذُنوبي

So O beauty of the state of love, as long as I remain a sinner

I repent, and my transgressions are not counted as sins.