غَيرُ المَحَبَّه بِقَلبي ما زَرَّعتو قَط

طَرحَ الجَفا عامِلُهُ مالو عَلَيَّ خَط

I have never planted anything but love in my heart

The doer of injustice threw it away, he has no authority over me

إِلى مَن أَرفَع شِكايَةَ ناظِرِهِ المُشتَط

يا حاجِبهُ هُوَ يَجي العارِضُ وَيُقِرُّ الخَط

To whom can I complain about the crazed look in his eyes

Oh eyebrows, he comes frowning and affirms hatred