دَعَانِي ابنُ النَّبِيّ فَلَم أُجِبهُ

ألَهفِي لَهفَ لِلرَأي الغَبِينِ

The son of the prophet called me, but I did not answer,

Yearning with the yearning of the ignorant opinion,

فَيا نَدَمَاً غَداةَ تَرَكتُ زَيدَاً

وَرائي لابنِ آمِنَةَ الأَمينِ

So oh what regret the next morning when I left Zaid,

Behind me, for the son of Amina the trusted.