رُفِعَتْ قصّةُ اشْتِقاقي ليَحْيى

فزَوى الوجْهَ رافِضاً للفُتوّهْ

My story of longing was raised to Yahya

So he frowned, refusing madness

ورمَى بالكِتابِ ضُعْفَ اهْتِبالٍ

قُلْتُ يَحْيى خذِ الكِتابَ بقوهْ

And he threw the book with weak pretense

I said: "Yahya, take the book with strength"