قُل لِلنَّجيبِ صَرَمتَ حَبلَ مَوَدَّتي

مَلَلاً وَقَلبي في وَلائِكَ مُخلِصُ

Say to the noble one, you have severed the cord of my affection

Though weary, my heart in your loyalty remains sincere

أَغَضِبتَ حينَ جَعَلتُ شَعرَكَ مُذهَباً

وَكَذبتُ فَهوَ كَما عَلِمتَ مُرَصَّصُ

You took offense when I made your hair the object of my verse

And I lied, so it is, as you know, embellished