يا ظالِماً جَعل القَطيعَةَ مَذهَبا

ظُلماً وَلَم أَرَ عَن هَواهُ مَذهَبا

O unjust one who made estrangement a creed

Unjustly, yet I saw no deviation from his passion

وَأَضاعَ عَهداً لَم أُضِعهُ حافِظاً

ذِمَمَ الوَفاءِ وَحالَ عَن صَبٍّ صَبا

And he violated a covenant I never broke as a keeper

He blamed loyalty and turned away from steadfast youth

غادَرتَ داعِيَةَ البِعادِ مَحَبَّتي

فَبِأَيِّ حالاتي أَرى مُتَقَرِّبا

You left the caller of separation my love

So with what states will I see you approaching?

ظَبيٌ مِنَ الأَتراكِ تَثني قَدَّهُ

ريحُ الصَبا وَيُعيدُهُ لينُ الصِبى

A gazelle of the Turks, the wind of youth bends his neck

And the softness of youth brings it back

ما بالُهُ في عارِضَيهِ مِسكُهُ

وَلَقَد عَهِدتُ المِسكَ في سُرَرِ الظِبا

Why does his cheek not have musk?

And I had known musk to be in the dens of the wild animals

غَضبانُ لا يَرضى فَما قابَلتُهُ

مُتَبَسِّماً إِلّا اِستَحالَ مُقَطَّبا

Angry, not satisfied, so I never met him

Smiling except he turned frowning

اللَهُ يَعلَمُ ما طَلَبتُ لَهُ الرِضا

إِلّا تَجَنَّى ظالِماً وَتَجَنَّبا

God knows I never wanted but his satisfaction

Except he wronged, avoiding unjustly

كَم قَد جَنى وَلَقيتُهُ مُتَعَذِّراً

فَكَأَنَّني كُنتُ المُسيءَ المُذنِبا

How much he wronged and I met him apologizing

As if I were the wrongdoer, the sinner

فَيَزيدُهُ طولُ التَذَلُّلِ عِزَّةً

أَبَداً وَفرطُ الإِعتِذارِ تَعَتُّبا

So the length of his humility only increases his pride

Forever, and the excess of apology only breeds resentment

عَجَباً لَهُ اِتَّخَذَ الوُشاةَ وَقَولَهُم

صِدقاً وَعايَنَ ما لَقيتُ وَكَذَّبا

How strange of him, he took the slanderers and their words

As truth, and saw what I faced and denied it

وَرَأى جُيوشَ الصَبرِ وَهيَ ضَعيفَةٌ

فَأَغارَ في خَيلِ الصُدودِ وَأَجلَبا

And he saw the armies of patience as weak

So he raided in the horses of防ance and looted

يا بَدرُ عَمَّكَ بِالملاحَةِ خالُكَ الد

اجي فَخَصَّكَ بِالملاحَةِ وَاِجتَبى

O full moon, your uncle endowed you with beauty

So he singled you out for beauty and chose you

سُبحانَ مَن أَذكى بِخَدِّكَ لِلصِبى

لَهَباً تَزيدُ بِهِ القُلوبُ تَلَهُّبا

Glory to Him who ignited with your cheek for the youth

A flame with which hearts are inflamed

أَو ما اِكتَفى مِن عارِضَيكَ بِأَرقُمٍ

حَتّى لَوى مِن فَضلِ صُدغِكَ عَقرَبا

Or was he not satisfied with your cheek that

He twisted from the excess of your temple a scorpion?