هَلِ الحائِمُ العَطشانُ مُسقىً بِشُربَةٍ

مِنَ المُزنِ تُروي ما بِهِ فَتُريحُ

Does the thirsty wanderer find relief

In a drink of cool water to end his grief?

فَقالَت فَنَخشى إِن سَقَيناكَ شَربَةً

تُخَبِّرُ أَعدائي بِها فَتَبوحُ

"No," she said, "for if we let you drink

You may betray us, our secrets leak."

إِذَن فَأَباحَتني المَنايا وَقادَني

إِلى أَجَلي عَضبُ السِلاحِ سَفوحُ

So by death I am claimed, by the sword I am maimed

To my fate I am led, though I meant no offense

لَبِئسَ إِذَن مَأوى الكَريمَةِ سِرُّها

وَإِنّي إِذَن مِن حُبِّكُم لَصَحيحُ

Woe to she who shows kindness but hides veiled pretense

Yet my love for you all remains true and intense