يُقُولُونَ مَجنُونٌ بِسَمراءَ مُولَعٌ

نَعَم زِيدَ فى حُبّى لهَا ووَلُوعِى

They say I'm madly in love with a dark-skinned beauty,

Yes, my passion and longing for her has increased,

وَإِنّى لأُخفِى حُبَّ سمرَاءَ مَوهِناً

وَيَعلَمُ قَلبِى أَنَّهُ سَيَشِيعُ

And though I conceal my love for the alluring dark one,

My heart knows it will become known,

أَظَلُّ كأَنّى واجمٌ لِمُصِيبةٍ

أَلَمَّت وَأَهلِى سالِمُونَ جَمِيعُ

I go about as if grieving some misfortune,

That has befallen me while my family remains safe and sound,

ولا خَيرَ فى حُبٍّ يكونُ كأَنّهُ

شَغَافٌ أَجنَّتهُ حَشاً وَضُلُوعُ

There is no good in a love that is like

A malignant tumor inside while appearing healthy on the outside,

إذا لَم يكُن فيهِ ثَنَاءٌ مُحَبَّرٌ

وَمُطَرَّحٌ قَولُ الوُشَاةِ مَنِيعُ

If it is not accompanied by flattering praise,

And the words of slanderers are cast off disdainfully.