يا وجهَ مُعتذرٍ ومُقلةَ ظالمِ

كم من دَمٍ ظُلماً سَفكتَ بلا دَمِ

O face making excuses yet oppressive

How much blood unjustly have you shed without shedding blood

أوَجدْتِ وَصْلي في الكتاب مُحرَّماً

ووجدْتِ قَتْلي فيهِ غيرَ مُحرَّمِ

You made my affection in scripture forbidden

Yet you found my murder permissible and not forbidden

كم جنَّةٍ لكِ قد سكنْتُ ظِلالَها

مُتفكِّهاً في لذَّةٍ وتَنعُّمِ

How many heavens have I dwelled under their shade

Reveling in bliss and luxury

وشربتُ في خمرِ العيونِ تعلُّلاً

فإذا انتشَيْتُ أجودُ جودَ المِرْزَمِ

And I drank from the wine of eyes intoxicated

When I was satiated, I would give generously like clouds raining heavily

وإذا صحَوْتُ فما أقصِّرُ عن ندى

وكما علمتِ شَمائلي وتكرُّمي

And when I awoke I would not refrain from generosity

As you knew my noble character and generosity