اصبِر النَّفسَ عَلى مَرِّ الحَزَن

وَإِذا عَزَّكَ مَن تَهوى فَهُن

Patience, my soul, in sorrow's painful hour,

Though one you love rejects you and turns sour,

فَلَعَلَّ الوَصلَ يَأتي مَرَّةً

فَكَأَنَّ الهَجرَ شَيءٌ لَم يَكُن

Perhaps the days ahead may union bring,

As though this separation were no thing.

أَنا لا وَاللَّهِ ما حِلتُ وَلا

كانَ مِنِّي في الهَوى إِلَّا الحَسَن

By God, I swear it was not I who strayed,

In loving her, I looked but for the fair.

وَلَقَد تَزعُمُ أَنِّي خُنتُها

وَنَقَضتُ العَهدَ لا كُنتُ إِذَن

Though she believes I've been to her untrue

And broke my vows, if so, what could I do?