رَوَّعَكَ الشِّعرُ بِأَوْهَامِهِ

وَالأَمْنُ كُلُّ الأَمْنِ مَا رَوَّعَكْ

Poetry deluded you with its fantasies

While security is all the security that deluded you

يَا نَاظِمَ الدَّمْعِ بُكَاءً عَلَى

شَبَابِهِ أَنِّي أَبْكِي مَعَكْ

O composer of tears, crying

Over his youth, I cry with you

لَكِنَّني أَرْجُو وَتَخْشَى فَمَا

أَخْوَفَنِي حُبّاً وَمَا أَشْجَعَكْ

But I hope and I fear, so nothing

Frightened me in love, nor emboldened you

لاَ حَرِمَ النَّاسُ البَيَانَ الَّذِي

أَمْتَعَنَا مِنْكَ وَأَنْ صَدَّعَكْ

People didn't deprive of the eloquence

That delighted us about you, even if it split you