قالوا لَها ماذا فَعَلتِ

بِجِفنِ ذَيّاكَ الأَسَد

They asked her, "What have you done

To the eyelids of your lion?

فَنَراهُ يَنثُرُ دَمعَه

في كُلِّ يَومٍ كَالبَرَد

We see him shedding his tears

Every day like hail.

قالَت وَقَد بَسَمت لَهُم

وَقعَ المُتَيَّمُ في فَنَد

She smiled at them and said,

"The lover has fallen into passion.

أَنزَلتُهُ في وَهدَةٍ

مِنها هَواهُ ما صَعَد

I brought him down into a valley,

From which his passion could not ascend."

قالوا لَها أَوَما حَرامٌ

أَن يُلازِمَهُ النَكَد

They said to her, "Is it not wrong

That sorrow should cling to him?"

عَبثَ الغَرامُ بِهِ وَلَم

يُبقِ السقامُ لهُ جَسَد

Passion has toyed with him and left

No health to his body.

قالَت دَعوهُ وَشَأنه

مَن خالَ أَنَّ الحُبَّ دَد

She said, "Leave him be.

Whoever thinks love is medicine

عَهدي بهِ رَجُلاً إِذا

هوَ في مَصائِبِهِ وَلَد

Has not known me to be a man who,

When in calamities, is born."

قالوا لَها أَضنَيتِهِ

فَهواكِ من دَمِع اِستَمَد

They said to her, "You have wasted him away.

Your love drew its tears from his blood.

دَمُهُ لَدَيكِ وَقَد بَدا

أَثَرٌ لَهُ في كُلِّ خَد

His blood is spilled for you, and a trace shows

On each cheek."

فَتَمَلمَلَت لَيلى وَقَد

فَقَدَت من الغَيظِ الرشد

Leyla fidgeted angrily, having lost

Her reason out of rage.

حَسناً أَجابَت فَاِرجَعوا

عن مِحنَتي ما لي جَلَد

"Enough," she answered. "Go back

From my torment, I have no patience."