فَدَيتُكِ قَد كَفَفتُ عَنِ العِتابِ

لما حاذَرتُ مِن سوءِ الجَوابِ

I ransom you, I have refrained from reproach

When I was wary of an evil response

وَلَم أَرَ حيلَةً تُجدي لِنَفعٍ

لَدَيكُم غَيرَ صَبري وَاِحتِسابي

And I saw no stratagem that could benefit

With you except my patience and reckoning

وَأَعمَلتُ الأَماني فيكِ حَتَّى

كَأَنِّي قَد مَلَكتُكِ في الحِسابِ

And I made wishes regarding you until

It was as if I possessed you in my thoughts

أُعاتَبُ في الهَوى وَأَقَلُّ وَجدي

بِمَن أَهوى يَجل عَنِ العِتابِ

I chide in passion and lessen my torment

For one I love too noble for reproach