أَطفت شَرارةَ لهوي

ولَوتْ بشدَّةِ عَدْوي

I kindled a spark of passion

It blazed fiercely with my vigor

شُعَلٌ عَلَوْنَ مَفارقي

ومَضتْ ببهْجَةِ سَرْوي

A flame ascended my being

And moved with the joy of my pine

لما سَلكْتُ عَروضَها

ذهبَ الزِّحافُ بِحَذوي

When I tread its meters

Limping feet mattered not

يا أيُّها الشادِي صَهٍ

ليْسَتْ بساعةِ شَدْوِ

O you who criticize with glee

This is no moment for blame