عَذّبْتني بالعُنْصُرَيْنِ

بلظى حشاي وماءِ عيني

You tortured me with your glances,

With the heat of your eyes and the tears in mine.

ألْبَسْتِي سَقَماً أرا

كِ لَبِسْتِهِ في الناظرينِ

You made me seem sickly to beholders,

As sickness itself appeared in their gazing.

جسمي هو الطّيْفُ الّذي

يُدْنِيهِ منكِ طِلابُ ديني

My body is the phantom which

My longing creates before you.

ولقد خَفِيتُ من الضّنا

وأمِنْتُ لَحْظَ الكاشحينِ

And I was hidden from suspicion,

Trusting the looks of slanderers.

ولئن سلمتُ من الرّدى

فلأنّهُ لم يدر أيْني

And if I escaped perdition,

It was because none knew where I was.